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bigtreefest · 8 months ago

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A What in Church?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader (can be read as a continuation of Meet The Parents or alone)

Summary: Ransom comes with you and your family to church…and then comes with you at church 🥴 (I’m sorry, but I had to)

Word count: 2,728

Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, SMUT, near-fingering, p in v unprotected sex (pls, for the love of all that is holy, wrap it up), sex in front of a mirror, sex in a church😬, creampie, established relationship, swears, Ran is a sneaky li’l gaslighter but not towards you, lying in Church?, kissing, pet name usage, choking on one’s own saliva, implied female reader, li’l belly bulge

A/N: I hope God forgives me for thinking this up during church…

This is for the Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza set up by @labella420 and @stargazingfangirl18 with the prompts of characters cum together at the same time and praise.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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It was early Sunday morning when you dragged Ransom out of bed.

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale, come on. You have to get up. We’re already running late and I’m not dealing with disapproving looks from my parents for punctuality. It’s already bad enough every time the church ladies give me a side eye when I show up.”

He sighed as he rolled over in his high thread count sheets, the sunlight now hitting his face causing him to squint. He looked at you through one open eye as he made a light scowl.

“Sweetheart, come back to bed. It’s too early. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” A sly smirk crept onto his face as he reached out and pulled your hips closer to the bed.

You put a hand on his forehead, trying your best and failing to push him away. “Ransom, no. The only reason I stayed over was to make sure we got there on time. My parents think you’re picking me up right now and neither of us are even showered. If you get up now, maybe I’ll let you join me. Then we can get going.”

His arms snaked from your hips and around to give your ass a squeeze. “Hm….deal.” He rasped out in his groggy voice before shifting to get up.

“Whose idea was it to join your family at the 8am service of church this week, anyway?” Ransom threw the covers off the side of the bed in a mini tantrum before rising on his knees on the mattress to be face-to-face with you. You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly smoothing out the bed head before giving him a peck.

“Yours, baby. That’s what you get for trying to impress my mom.”

You fixed your makeup in the mirror of Ransom’s Beamer and smoothed down your baby blue linen dress after Ransom parked in the church parking lot. You turned to look at him as you straightened the collar of his shirt that peeked over his sweater.

“You look absolutely dapper. The church ladies are gonna love you. Probably enough for them to keep their judgy eyes off me. Now let’s just hope they don’t start asking my mom about a wedding date.” You grumbled the last part as you brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders before leaning back towards your own seat again and placing your hand on the door handle.

Ransom didn’t move a muscle as he sat there, leaning over the center console, with a look as deep at the ocean. That was weird. You’d expected him to have his cocky game face on, which he did, but his eyes showed something different.

“What? Is something wrong? Do I not look okay? Are you regretting agreeing to come along today?”

He sighed and shook his head before holding out his hand for yours. “No, you look heavenly. I am regretting sleeping in because if I wouldn’t have, maybe you would’ve actually let me touch you in the shower. I thought a shower with you meant with you, but you tricked me, you minx.”

You softly smiled at the beginning of his statement, placing your hand in his. As he kept going, you rolled your eyes before playfully shoving his shoulder. “Oh please. You and I both know you wouldn’t have gotten up for anything else. And if I would’ve let you touch me, we’d still be at your place.”

He shrugged before pulling you closer for a final kiss before heading in. It was the kind that left you breathless and speechless, and a little dizzy when he pulled away, but that could have been due to skipping breakfast, too. Your eyes were still closed when he spoke against your lips. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this that easily, though. Now stay here while I get your door. Gotta make sure the church ladies see me treating you well.”

Your jaw dropped as he gave you a smirk, fire rising in his gaze as he slipped out of the driver’s side and over to yours.

Ransom held your hand as he walked into the church, sliding into a pew near the back where your family had saved the two of you a seat. It was just in time for the service to begin. You were simultaneously filled with relief for not being late, but also anxiousness. You knew that when he held that look in his eye, Ransom was up to no good.

If someone had asked you what you’d gathered from the sermon so far, your answer would be ‘jack shit.’ You were too focused on Ransom, and the way his hand was creeping up your leg as he stared straight ahead. He looked enthralled by whatever the preacher was dragging on and on about, but you knew better from the way his lips curled just slightly at the corners and his ringed pinky finger was sliding under the hem of your dress. The cool metal gave you chills. Your breath hitched, just as you were salivating, imagining what Ransom could possibly have in store for you. Unfortunately, that didn’t make for a good combination, as you choked on your own saliva.

You tried your hardest to hold in your coughs, eyes watering, until you couldn’t take it anymore. They burst out of you and the sound of your coughs, one after another, echoed through the nearly silent room as you scrambled to get up and into the hallway. Ransom shot your parents a sympathetic look before wordlessly gesturing that he was going to check up on you. They nodded in response, glad you had found someone so caring and responsible.

You burst through the doors at the back of the room with Ransom hot on your heels. You fast walked into the family restroom and Ransom slipped in behind you. He locked the door and made his way to your hunched over form, your arms bracing you against the sink as you continued coughing and heaving, trying to catch your breath. Ransom rubbed your back in soothing circles until you took a final gasp for air and looked up at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl.

“You did this. This is your fault, Mr. Handsy.” It came out with the slightest rasp. Ransom’s face morphed from slight concern into suggestion. Now that he had made sure you were okay, he was more than happy to have you exactly where he wanted you all along: alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not the one out there snorting my spit. I could probably successfully swallow, unlike you.” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to rile you up so you’d give in to him now since you didn’t earlier this morning. You’d never outwardly crumble that easily, though. Where was the fun in that?

“First off, you should be the one to know I’m great at swallowing. And secondly, if you believe you did nothing wrong, I think we should find you a neurologist for those wandering hands. Maybe the rings are causing nerve damage and cutting off the feeling in your fingertips.” Ransom couldn’t help but let out a small chortle at that. Good one, babe. But he knew what could push you a little farther. He knew how much you really did love the way his hands wandered, even if you’d say otherwise. He could tell right now even, as he shifted to stand behind you, soft fingertips tracing up the front of your thighs and under your flowy dress. His hand was in between your thighs, creeping dangerously close to your cotton panties. He used his grip to pull you back against him, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

“Oh honey, I don’t have to be able to feel my fingers to know how good they make you feel.” He ran his fingers over the dampening fabric as your breath hitched. Finally.

His grin grew wide as he slipped his pinky finger under the gusset of your panties and pulled it to the side, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air.

You hissed at the sensation as Ransom began running a finger through your wetness. If you were anywhere else but a church bathroom, he would have worked to pull even louder sounds from you than the tiny breaths and moans you were already making, but that’s not something that could be afforded right now. As his one hand continued to tease your entrance, the other moved to cover your mouth.

“Quiet, Sweetheart. You make a noise and I stop. Don’t want anyone to find out what’s going on in here.” You nodded in acknowledgment and Ransom was satisfied with that response, kissing your temple that was collecting a thin shimmer from sweat already. Just as he was about to dip a finger in, though, the two of you heard music start. That meant service was almost over. They would play a few songs, and then everyone would rush out the doors, making it impossible for the two of you to leave the bathroom undetected and unsuspected of what was going on right now.

Ransom didn’t waste a second, though, pulling his hands off you to unzip his slacks and pull them down just low enough. His eyes locked in on yours in the mirror again, deep blue irises thin around lust and mischief-blown pupils.

“Sorry, sweetie. Don’t have time to prepare you. But you can handle that, right?” You didn’t have a chance to reply this time, as his hand found it’s place over your mouth again at the same time he fully sheathed himself within you.

The little squeak you made into Ransom’s hand when you were trying to hold back was music to his ears. Oooo, he liked that. He was gonna make sure to do whatever he could in the future so you’d make it again, but he didn’t have the time for it right now.

His hand that wasn’t over your mouth snaked to your tummy from where it was gripping your hip. Ransom could just barely feel the bulge pushing against your softness with each thrust and it drove him wild, as he sped up his thrusts and babbled into your ear.

“Yeah you can. You can take it. Look at you. Taking this so well. Being so good for me. I’d say you were an angel if we weren’t fucking like two whores in church right now.”

His vulgar words always did something to you, causing your eyes to roll back and your pussy to clench. That was Ransom’s favorite, especially when he found it out that his sharp tongue was something you actually enjoyed and rewarded him for, instead of punished. Despite his hand on your mouth, you were still working hard to keep yourself quiet, only letting out a low moan in response.

“Fuck, so good. So, gah-tight. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna take my hand off, okay? You gotta keep it down and I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You gripped harder against the sink as Ransom removed his hand, using it to hike your leg up on the edge of the counter, his hand that was previously on your stomach moving to rub your clit.

You gasped for air, before moving your own hand to your mouth. If you were at home, moans and curses would’ve been profusely spilling out of your mouth with how near your were to the tipping point. Ransom’s grunts in your ear we’re pulling you even closer to the edge when he licked your neck, the sweet taste of your perfume mixed with salty sweat hitting his tongue, and the debauchery of the gesture tossing you over the edge of your orgasm. Your knee gave out as you came, Ransom’s strong arms holding you up against the sink as you felt him swell and release in you at the same time, still rubbing your clit and shallowly thrusting for both of you to come down from your highs.

“That’s it. That’s it, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against your neck, but you were both pulled out of the post-orgasmic bliss by the sound of the music changing. The last song of service was playing and within a few minutes, everyone would be emerging into the hall.

Ransom pulled out of you faster than he had before, both of you moaning with oversensitivity and the abruptness of the action. You gained composure on your jelly legs before pulling your panties back into place and doing your best to fix your makeup in the mirror. Luckily, the smudges could be attributed to your coughing fit earlier, but Ransom’s rogue hairs that had flown forward and stuck to his forehead couldn’t. You quickly pushed them back into a decent position and straightened his collar before rushing into the hallway and taking a seat at an old pew that was next to a table with water bottles and cookies on it, set out for the social hour that always happened after service. Ransom grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it down halfway, handing it to you just as the last song was ending.

“Here, hunch forward like you’re still recovering. And take this.” He was too good at convincing people of the scenes they had walked into. But how could you complain when it had gotten you out of trouble with the cops more times than you could count? Including after the two of you had been parked somewhere a little too long having car sex, or when he had driven just a little too recklessly while fingering you in the passenger seat. He always knew exactly how to manipulate the scene in his favor, convincing others to not believe their own eyes, but the stories he presented them instead. But he didn’t do it to you, never to you. He learned that the hard way, it’s better to be honest and do it with you. You were his teammate, who better to use his skills for than the one he loved? Bring it up though, and he’d deny it.

So you and Ransom sat there, your elbows on your knees and him rubbing circles on your back with his large, warm palm. Sure, it was performative, but it was also extremely comforting and reassuring, especially with the way he just rocked your world in the bathroom.

The church-goers began to file out of the double doors and into the hall. You looked up through your eyelashes to be greeted by your parents. They looked at you with confusion and a hint of concern when your dad crouched in front of you and your mom sat next to Ransom.

“Everything alright?” Your dad looked up into your eyes and you managed a nod, taking a sip from the water bottle and clearing your throat.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Got into a coughing fit and couldn’t shake it. Much better now.”

Ransom heard the clarity with which you spoke. If he really wanted to be convincing, he should’ve had you suck him off. There wasn’t really the time for that, though. As much as he loved watching your lips wrapped around him, he came way faster inside you, and how could he allow for the evidence of scuffs on your knees when you were wearing such a pretty dress? Maybe next time, when you were in jeans.

Ransom was pulled out of his thoughts when your mom and dad spoke, thanking him for checking up on you.

“Oh no problem, don’t worry, I took good care of your girl. I always will.”

They smiled, and must’ve believed the scene in front of them, as the topic swiftly changed to what they wanted for brunch plans. Ransom met your gaze, giving a quick wink for only you to see before kissing the top of your head and giving his input to the conversation.

That was the last you saw of him for half an hour, though, as the church ladies descended, squeezing themselves between the two of you, oohing and ahhhing over your sly boyfriend. Every now and then, as they’d ask him a tidal wave of questions, his eyes would seek you, full of fire, secrecy, and love, paired with that signature smirk on his face.

Bonus A/N: I think something that this extravaganza has taught me is that I have a thing for mirrors….and that scares me. It’s so hot in fics, and sure, every time I walk past a mirror in real life, I’ve been told I stop, but I wasn’t aware of what a dangerous combination that made until now. Lord save me, but he’s probably too angry at me now bc I wrote this.

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 1 year ago

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false god - m. murdock

a/n: sorry if this is bad i did my best because i have been thinking about him a lot warnings: cursing, smut, cunninglus (reader recieving), exhibition (kind of?) matt has an oral fixation, praise, premarital activites, reader is deaf and uses hearing aids but it's only mentioned once, if i missed any let me know! word count: 1.8k summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out. pairing: matt x fem!reader now playing: false god - taylor swift "but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips"

When the devil finally proposed to you, he did it amongst flames and darkness.

…

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as dramatic as that.

Matt had proposed to you in the empty office of Nelson, Murdock & Page where you had met, with the lights turned down and candles lighting up the air around you. It was romantic, just as the two of you deserved.

Planning took a long time, too, with flowers, dresses and food taking over your every thought.

But now, all of that was done. There was nothing to be worried about anymore, as you and Matt specifically requested that if anything were to go wrong, Foggy and Karen would take care of it the best they could and not alarm the two of you unless someone was either dying or threatening to kill you.

So, in less than twenty-four hours, you would be Mrs. Matt Murdock, doomed to a life of lawyer jargon and patching up wounds, with no way out. The thought made you giddy.

The ceremony was going to be held at the church, but the pair of you had moved in with each other a long time ago, so it felt weird to try and avoid each other the night before the wedding and the morning in your own apartment. So, you and your future husband, as well as your small wedding party, had booked a few rooms in a hotel near the church.

You both had your respective ‘last hurrah’ a few weeks prior, so there was really nothing to do after the rehearsal dinner other than head to your room and relax, waiting for your alarm to go off to start getting ready.

You had decided to take it easy, enjoying a glass of wine after what you deemed to be an ‘everything’ shower, taking all the necessary precautions to feel like your best self on your wedding day. You had even bought yourself a nice silk pajama set, white, just like your rehearsal dress, and just like your wedding dress.

Your wedding dress hung freshly steamed in the closet of the hotel room, your shoes placed neatly beneath it. Your jewelry and accessories were laid out neatly on the dresser across from the bed. Your wedding ring sat in a box, inscribed with your husband’s name on it. He sat next to it, your name in braille on the inside of the ring.

In the morning, your mom, your sister, Karen, Marci and the woman who had been doing your hair and makeup for every major life event would be there, coffee in Karen’s hands, as your soon to be husband and his best friend got ready together, reminiscing on how they had landed themselves here.

Everything was perfectly set in place. Your job now was to just get married, and really, how hard could that be?

So, with your wine, you tuck yourself into bed with full intentions of getting a good night’s rest in your silky bridal pajamas.

Except, your job was almost done. There were no more seating arrangements to make, no one else to chase after for an RSVP, no more fittings, and no more menus to create to adhere to you and your soon to be husband’s particular tastes.

So, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t stressed at all.. Which left you with one conclusion:

You missed Matt.

You had seen him a few hours ago for the rehearsal dinner, but you were suddenly left with the conclusion that you were aching for the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Before you realized what you were doing, you were calling him.

On the second ring, he answered.

“Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

“Hi. Everything’s great.”

A pause.

“Okay, do you want to talk about anything..?”

“There’s nothing else to do, Matty!” You’re out of bed and pacing now. “I’m stress free, and I can’t even be with you!”

You hear his laugh from the other side of the line, and it makes your heart flutter.

“We have the rest of our lives to spend the night together, baby.” He must have had a drink or two like you, because ‘baby’ is his tipsy nickname for you.

“I know, but I miss you now. And I’m hungry.” You tell him.

“Do you want to come over, order room service, and make out?” He grins. “You just have to leave before midnight, it’s bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding.”

You’re putting on your slippers when you pause and consider this for a minute.

“Matt, You’re blind.”

“And you’re deaf, don’t forget your hearing aids, baby.”

“How drunk are you right now? How would I be talking to you if I didn’t have them in right now?” You question.

A pause.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” His voice is softer now, and before you know it, you’re out the door and walking down the hallway.

He opens the door before you can knock, because of all the men in New York, you’ve landed the one with heightened abilities.

“Hi.” You grin, but he doesn’t respond. He simply leans down and picks you up bridal style, much to your objection. He kicks the door behind him closed before he carries you to the bed. He lays you down on it, finding himself on top of you.

“Silk?” He asks gently, his hand on your side.

“Mhm. Bridal pajamas.” You giggle. He just grins and leans in to kiss you. He pulls away from the kiss only to move to your jaw, and then down your neck. “Matthew, I want to order room service, I’m starved!”

His hands find their way underneath your top, his fingers beginning to creep up your skin.

“Me too. Been planning so much, I’ve hardly had the chance to be with you.. To touch you like this.”

You hum softly, but then your stomach rumbles loudly. So, when He lands on his knees in front of you and pulls you forward so that his head is between your thighs, he takes a second to lean over, searching for the room service menu before handing it to you, as well as the phone.

“What looks good, baby?” He asks, leaning his cheek against your thigh. Your pajama bottoms are shorts, so his warm cheek is a sharp contrast to your skin.

“What are you up to, Murdock?” You ask suspiciously, sitting up to look at the menu.

“Nothing, what kind of desserts do they have on there?”

What a weird, secretive man your future husband is.

“Uh, they have a crème brulee, apple pie, angel cake with chocolate ganache frosting—”

“Oo, can you order me one of those?” he asks, starting to kiss your thighs. Your face flushes.

“Sure, But I’m also gonna order the chocolate covered strawberries and the brownie al a mode—”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He hums, “You just have to order it for me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, but you go to dial the number for room service.

The woman on the other end of the phone is very nice.

As she begins to talk, Matt listens in, but mainly focuses on pulling down your shorts and panties, kissing along your thighs.

Your free hand goes to his hair to try and keep him from eating you out while you order room service, but he is a persistent man.

His lips meet your clit first, and he listens as you gasp, trying to finish the order that he had so kindly requested you to make. His tongue meets your folds, finally satiating the hunger he had for weeks leading up to this.

Your fingers grip his hair, only making him quicken his pace.

“Can I also get uhm—” You can barely think straight. “The uh, Fuck—” Matt’s nose rubs against your clit, his tongue moving at a devastating pace.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The woman on the other line asks.

“Yeah, Sorry, stubbed my toe on the dresser,” You explain. Matt grins from his place between your thighs. His tongue drags up and down, as if he’s licking every inch of you, like maybe he’ll never be able to taste you again. “The angel cake, can we get two slices of that?” You ask, your fiancé’s pace increasing.

“Yeah, of course. Anything else?”

Matt takes only a moment to stop his assault on your pussy, to add, “The strawberries, baby,” before continuing to lap his tongue against your wet heat.

“The chocolate covered strawberries, and that’s it,” You finish.

“Alright, we have the brownie, the strawberries, and the cake..” She finishes. “What room?”

“Two twenty six,” You tell her. You roll your hips up to try and get more from Matt, but one hand leaves his grip on your thigh to hold your hips down. He knows you’re close, he always knows.

“Oh, are you the bride for tomorrow?” She asks.

This god damn wedding.

“Mhm,” You manage out, biting your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning.

“Congratulations!” She chirps, “Consider the room service complimentary, then,” She gifts.

“Thank you, very much.” You hum.

Matt stops his assault again.

“Ask her how long,” and then he’s back to tasting you, relentlessly.

“How long?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Should only be about ten, fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, thank you,” You say again, your grip on Matt’s hair tightening as you edge closer to your orgasm.

“Of course! Have a very happy wedding day!” And with that, she hangs up, and you toss the phone in the general direction of the machine.

“I’m gonna kill you,” You tell Matt, who stops quickly.

“Do you want to kill me, or do you want me to make you cum?” He asks. He looks really pretty between your thighs.

“Please, Matty..” You give in, and he smirks.

“That’s my good girl.” And he continues to suck your clit, edging you closer and closer. His pace quickens, somehow even more. You let out a soft moan that sounds like absolute heaven to Matt’s ears.

Your thighs are starting to shake because you’re so damn close. Matt keeps his licks consistent, waiting for your release. Your fingers tug on his hair, as you moan, finally hitting your release. He lets you ride out your high, licking all your cum up, making sure to suck up every last drop.

“So sweet and so good for me..” he hums, planting a soft kiss to your clit before pulling away, licking his lips.

“You’re such a dick..” You giggle.

He laughs, kissing your thigh.

“Did so well for me, Sweetheart..” He hums, leaning up to give you a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he slips your shorts back on, and looks like he has a new idea. “Ten to fifteen minutes, huh?”

“Mhm..” You’re just looking at him with such adoration.

“We could probably put that pretty mouth to good use while we wait, right?”

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nubisaureus · 1 year ago

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getting up in the middle of the night

how they react when you wake up in the middle of the night because you forgot to take your make-up off

character(s): Kuroo, Akaashi (both timeskip)

pairing(s): fem!reader x mentioned Haikyuu characters

contents: established relationship, acts of service, domestic fluff, living together

a/n: can you tell im starting to simp for Kuroo? ffs i published a 4,3k Kuroo smut one shot on ao3, this man has got me on a chokehold recently. Not proofread!

Enjoy! <3

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Kuroo

The night had been rowdy. You two had been guests on a wedding, which had been very fun: giving that it had been on a work day, you two were pooped, so you had both collapsed into bed in your formal clothes.

It was around 2 AM when that had happened, but after a few hours you got woken up by an unpleasant sensation, which felt a lot like your face falling off because of your make-up.

You noticed you were still wearing your wedding attire, and sighed.

Kuroo was peacefully sleeping next to you, shifting uncomfortably in his suit: it looked like his tie was rather uncomfortable, so you pondered whether to turn him around and undo it. It would probably wake him up, and you didn't want to do such a thing, giving he had work tomorrow and you didn't.

Fortunately though, Kuroo did most of the work himself: he instinctively searched for your body in his sleep, pulling you in his embrace. You were now facing him, so you decided to remove his tie: you sneaked your hands on his neck, doing your best to undo the knot in the darkness of your bedroom.

A low hum startled you.

«What are you doing, little one?» he asked, his voice still raspy from the sleep.

«Undoing your tie, Tetsu.»

«Huh?» you ignored him, finally managing to undo his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt a bit, letting him breathe.

«Oh, it feels nice..» he had no idea what he was saying, you reckoned: his voice was that of a half-asleep man.

«Now I need to do something, Tetsu. I'll be right back.»

He whined, hugging you closer and rubbing his face in the crook of your neck.

«Where do you wanna go at this time at night???» he sounded like a kid, making you smile.

«Taking my make-up off and putting my pajamas on, that's all. I'll be back in five minutes.» he inhaled your scent, laying a gentle kiss on your neck.

«Promise?» if you could see in the dark, you'd see he was making puppy eyes.

«Promise.» he released you, and you went about your business, finally washing all the make-up off and putting on your comfy pajamas.

When you came back, you found Kuroo naked except for his boxers.

He peeled the sheets off, inviting you in.

«It wouldn't be nice of me to cuddle you in those dirty outside clothes now would it? Thought my skin would be a lot better.» his mischievous smile glimmered in the dim light of the bedside lamp, and you smiled, jumping in bed beside him.

He cradled you in his arms, making you rest your head on his muscular chest, and you kissed it, as he kissed your head.

«Goodnight, love.»

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Akaashi

Akaashi came home late that night, finding you sound asleep in your bed. He knew you had a celebration with your volleyball team, and since it was after practice, he wasn't surprised he found you still in your make-up, your outfit all over the place.

He sighed. «Oh, y/n, you should take better care of yourself.»

As he saw your phone near your head, the picture was clear in his head: you had laid down on the bed, waiting for him to come home, but had fallen asleep in the meantime, too tired to stay up.

He smiled tenderly, setting down the folder with the new manga drawings he'd been revising with Tenma, deciding he wouldn't let you go to sleep like that.

He took the phone away from you, putting it to charge on the bedside table, turned on the bedside lamp, and then decided to focus on you.

He turned you around and unclasped your jeans, carefully sliding them off your legs, trying his best not to wake you up.

As he did though, you started moving around.

«Mh..» you moaned in your sleep, trying to assume your previous position, the result being tangling yourself in the jeans, while a resigned Akaashi decided to wake you up.

«Y/n.» he gently called, slowly rocking you back and forth to wake you in the least traumatizing way possible.

«Huh?» you opened one eye, only to see your face reflected in your boyfriend's glasses.

«Keiji..» you mumbled, trying to reach him, only to wobble because of the jeans.

«What the..?» he sighed, instructing you to lay on your back, and when you did, you felt the weird sensation in your legs disappear.

«What are you doing..?» sleep was still tugging at your eyelids, but you did your best to stay awake.

«You fell asleep in your clothes, love. I'm just taking them off.» he said, but you couldn't quite understand, too sleepy.

«Wait, clothes off? Do you want to..?» your sleepy comment made him giggle.

He kissed your forehead, making you sit up.

«No, love. I'm just making sure you don't go to sleep in your clothes.»

You nodded, humming something he couldn't quite hear.

«Arms up.» you obeyed, and the chilly air of the night caressed your skin, and soon enough you were warm again, enveloped in his scent.

Then the room went silent.

«Keiji..?» you murmured, patting on the bed to look for him.

You heard footsteps.

«I'm here. Hang on.» you felt something fresh and damp being rubbed on your face, and from the scent you could tell it was a make-up wipe.

«A make-up wipe..?»

«Yes. I definitely can't wash your face, but it's better than nothing.»

«Thank you, Keiji.» you said, curling on the bed to snuggle your pillow.

«I'll get to bed soon, okay?» you nodded, smiling in your sleep, which made Keiji smile too.

He got in his pajamas and soon enough was in bed beside you.

As soon as you felt his presence you instinctively snuggled against him, murmuring something in your sleep.

He kissed your shoulder, wishing you goodnight.

a/n: ok but like im melting at my own writing why cant i get a man like akaashi in my life plssssssssss

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ereardon · 7 months ago

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At Sea [Bob Floyd x Reader] Chapter 1

Summary: I’ll be home in five weeks. That’s what naval aviator Y/N told her fiance before leaving for deployment in the Atlantic. But time ceased to stop when she met Bob Floyd, the ship surgeon. Shy and honest, Bob quietly slipped into Y/N’s life, creating a complicated dynamic on an already intense mission. Falling for Bob was not in Y/N’s plan, and as she continues to weave a web of lies, she must make a choice: return to the life she left on land, or forge ahead into the unknown with Bob. But before Y/N can decide, disaster strikes, leaving Bob to make the decision that will alter their lives forever.

Pairing: Navy Doctor Bob Floyd x Female Aviator Reader

Warnings: Implied emotional cheating, lots of Naval inaccuracies

WC: 2.3K

Masterlist here

When you first stepped onto the ship, you didn’t notice him. You were too caught up with the running list of checklist items in your head.

Is your bag too big? Did you bring enough pairs of underwear? Were there enough officers for a carrier of this size? What was the threat level of the mission? Were you wrong to say yes?

You looked down. The two carat oval engagement ring glinted back. The ring you had dreamed about since you were a teen and first saw a similar one on a debutante.

You just weren’t sure that the man who had purchased it was the man you had been dreaming of.

Connor proposed three weeks before the carrier run. The two of you had met almost two years before, at a museum opening. He was a prince, for a while. But at some point, and it’s different for every relationship, the carriage turns back into a pumpkin. The prince becomes a pauper. The tux has to be returned to avoid a late fee.

You had expected magic. And then you joined the Navy and reality set in. You were no longer the bright eyed Louisiana girl who believed in fairytales and princes. You were an aviator who witnessed death up close.

When Connor placed the ring on your finger, nothing stood out. Tears didn’t choke your line of vision. Your hands didn’t shake, your stomach didn’t cramp, your pulse didn’t raise.

The only thing that happened was you hesitated. For a split second, but a hesitation nonetheless.

And then you smiled and nodded.

And with that, you belonged to him.

***

You grabbed the first bunk and tossed your bag on it. A five-week mission with barely any service, except for satellites. It feels wrong, but a part of you was relieved knowing Connor couldn’t contact you.

At dinner, you entered the mess hall and sat at a table toward the middle when a round of laughter erupted from near the doors and you turned to look.

There was a group of five men, all attractive in the way that large groups of men can be intimidating from afar. Four brunettes and a blond with wire glasses. Of the brunettes, three were wearing wedding rings that glinted beneath the fluorescent lights. Scoping out wedding rings had become a habit about ten years before, right before you left for college.

And now, you were the one carting around the ring that said, Don’t talk to me. I’m taken.

You must have been staring, because the blond turned and looked at you for a moment, the two of you locking eyes before you began to panic and ripped your gaze down to the overmixed mashed potatoes on your plate. When you looked up again, he had turned away.

Later, once everything had been cleaned and your introductory meetings for the day had been complete, you found yourself wandering on the ship deck. The water was calm. You rested your fingertips on the rail and peered down. The blackness of the sky mixed with the blackness of the deep water, and on the horizon it isn’t clear where one ends and the other begins. You never liked water all that much. It’s why you chose to be in the skies instead. The deep ocean and how at night on a ship light this, you and the crew were the only ones for miles – the thought terrified you.

It took a moment in the darkness to realize that the blond from the mess was standing not ten feet away, leaning on the rail and looking down at the water. It wasn’t until he sighed that you realized he was on a satellite phone.

“Those aren’t good. Run another panel and let me know how it looks. Get back to me as soon as the blood work is done.”

You heard the click of the phone just as you locked eyes. You gave him a quick smile before turning back to the water. He rested his head into his arms and let out a loud breath.

After a moment, he lifted his head and said, “It’s not fair, you know.”

You pushed yourself up off the rail and turned to him. “What?”

“The fact that kids get sick. If an adult gets sick when they’re seventy or even forty, I feel bad, but it’s not the same. They’ve had lives. They got to grow up and find out what hobbies make them happiest. They fall in love, get married.” You noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring. Instinctively, you felt for your ring with your thumb, the diamond pressed against the fleshy part of your palm. It was too big, and you hadn’t gotten it resized. Unconsciously, you slipped your hand inside your pocket. “But kids,” he continued. “They haven’t really experienced anything yet. They have so much more to lose.”

You gave him a quick once over. He was obviously distraught. He gave you a tight smile.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I must sound crazy to you. Just going off to a complete stranger. I promise, I’m not dangerous and I never really talk this much.”

“I don’t mind,” you replied. “I don’t think you’re crazy. And out here, nobody can really be strangers for long.”

He nodded and you could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he muled your words. After a moment, he looked over at you and you felt my heart start to race as his blue eyes smoothed over your face. The two of you were less than six feet apart now. Somewhere during the conversation one of you had moved closer, or both of you had. You weren't sure who made the move first. “Well I’m sorry, again, for interrupting you. I’ll let you be.” He made no move to leave.

You tilted your head. “Don’t worry about it. It can get pretty lonely out here. I don’t mind the conversation.”

He was still looking at you so intensely that you had to look away. He was difficult to read. But the way his large hands were gripping the railing made you want to reach out and brush your hand over his and tell him it was going to be OK. To calm down. To relax.

He gave you a small smile. “Goodnight, then.” He had a long gait, neat. No uniform.

You wondered what he thought of you. Sloppy, to say the least. Hair in a bun, pajama bottoms dragging down over ratty sneakers.

Along the horizon, you spotted the light of another ship, barely visible in the thick darkness. Some reassurance that others were out there.

***

On the second night, you were standing in nearly the same spot on the railing, hands pressed against the cold metal, peering over at the churning waves. The water was rockier, angry. It lept against the side of the ship.

You heard his footsteps before he was within your line of sight.

“Hello again.”

You turned, the slight lick of wetness beneath the fabric of your sleeve. On a ship, everything is wet all the time. It’s nearly impossible to stay dry. “It’s you.”

He took his spot next to you against the rail, closer this time. You reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, silently sending up a prayer that you had put in an ounce of effort that night. It had been an educated guess he would come.

A part of you hoped he would, however terrible that was to admit.

“Can I ask what you’re doing here?” he asked.

“Here, as in the deck at midnight? Or here on the ship?”

“Both. Either.” The edges of a bright white smile shone through soft pink lips. “Neither, if you don’t want to talk to a stranger. Whatever you’d like to tell me. I’m a bit starved for conversation. It’s been a quiet day down in the sick bay.”

So he was med corps. That tracked.

“You seemed rich with conversation in the mess last night,” you blurted out. Regret flowed through your veins instantly and you wanted to smack yourself for letting onto the fact that you had been watching him.

He gave a small laugh. It was rough and deep and forced a layer of goosebumps on your arms. “They’re good guys. But they can be a lot.”

You tilted your head, waiting for him to fill the empty space. But he simply gazed out at the azure waves, letting silence envelop the two of you.

“To answer your question of what brings me here,” you said, “why don’t you give me your best guess.”

You could feel his stare all the way to the marrow of your bones. The way his eyes gently rolled over your hair, down your face, across your chest, over your abdomen, all the way to your feet. You felt a tingle work its way through your body. “Intelligence?” he guessed.

You shook your head.

“Engineering?”

“Nope.”

“OK I give up,” he said with a small grin.

“I’m an aviator.” He blinked in disbelief. “You’re surprised?”

“Honestly?” he asked. “Yes. You look really young to be on this carrier as an aviator.”

“I’m twenty eight. Not sure that’s considered young.”

He groaned. “Trust me, it’s young.”

“So how old does that make you?”

“Thirty five.”

“God, ancient.” You watched him grimace. “Being a grandpa suits you.”

“People are living to one hundred now, easily. I’m young by those standards.”

My eyes scanned him top to bottom. He was taller than me, with thick blond hair combed evenly to one side, soft blue eyes behind a pair of thin wire glasses. Nerdy in an unassuming way, but there was an energy that radiated from him.

“OK, my turn to ask questions,” you said and his lips twitched into a smile. “What brings you here?”

“The ship or the deck?” he teased.

“Either.”

“If we’re talking about the ship – I’m a doctor. Peds. Someone had to drop out last minute and I got called in. That phone call you overheard last night was about one of my patients back home. I didn’t know I’d be here. Didn’t realize I’d be gone so long without seeing him.”

A doctor. You had suspected, but it fit. The sympathetic eyes, the large steady hands. The way he made you feel calm without even saying anything.

“As for the deck,” he continued, “what if I said it was because I thought maybe I wouldn’t have to be alone tonight?”

“Presumptuous,” you whispered.

“A bit,” he murmured, round cheeks turning pink, “considering we’re not even on a first name basis.”

You told him your name and he smiled.

“I’m Bob,” he replied. “Bob Floyd.”

“See? Now we’re not strangers.”

He smiled, wire glasses sliding down his nose and he pressed them up with one fingertip. Behind him, a few security lights casted thin yellow halos, and you could make out the faint shape of a person on the other end of the long, flat deck. It couldn’t be more than forty degrees out, and you shivered in your thin jacket. “Are you cold?” he asked.

“I’m alright, thanks.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, and in doing so realized you left the engagement ring back in the bunk after your morning shower. It had yet to become a habit to wear it. After twenty eight years with an empty finger, it’s an adjustment to slip on a ring every day and let it be one fact that the world knows about you before you even open your mouth.

Bob shrugged off his jacket, a black Patagonia puffer, and held it out. “Here,” he said softly, blushing again like he was embarrassed to be offering it. “Please? I’d feel really guilty for monopolizing your time and keeping you cold while doing it.”

You smiled and he held out the jacket as you slipped your arms into the sleeves. Bob’s hands lingered on the coat for a moment before dropping as he backed away. “Thank you.” His scent surrounds you – a warm woodsy pine, mixed with the sharp mint of toothpaste.

You tapped your fingers on the rail, desperately racking your brain for something to say to continue the conversation.

“What brought you out here tonight?” Bob’s deep, throaty voice punctuated the silence.

“I’m not sure, honestly,” you replied. “I think I prefer to be out here as opposed to being in there.” His eyes followed your gaze to the cabin door.

“I get that,” he replied. “Not a fan of small spaces either.”

“There’s something about the ship at night that I really like. It’s quiet.”

He gave you a sideways glance. “Sorry to be interrupting your quiet time.”

“Trust me, I’ve had enough of that already and it’s only been two days.”

“Where are you getting off?”

“Pensacola.”

“Quite a trip.”

“Always is,” you replied. “Not really what I thought I was signing up for.”

“It never is,” Bob added.

You turned around, pressing your arms against the railing and propping up one foot. You watched as Bob ran one hand across the corner of his mouth before shoving it in his khaki pocket. The Atlantic wind penetrated Bob’s jacket and your shift, nipping at your skin. “You said you came up here hoping you wouldn’t have to be alone. Were you looking for me?”

Your words are tossed out into the open like a gunshot.

Bob stilled for a moment and you half expect him to make an excuse to leave. To avoid answering. But then he opens his mouth. “Yes.”

That’s it. One word. Simple and complex at once. He is honest and raw in a way you’ve seen with very few men up until that point. A younger man would find a way to deflect. A smarter girl would have asked in a more coy way. Understated. Neither of which you excelled at. You’ve always been too pushy, too bold, too forward.

“Why?” you pressed, embarrassed by how badly a part of you wanted this near stranger to want you. The neediness was unbecoming. And despite the fact that he was a stranger, you wanted Bob’s approval. It felt like an Olympic medal you had been chasing your entire life.

“You were so kind last night,” he said, voice dipping down into a whisper. “I just, I wanted to learn more about the person who was nice to a complete stranger. That felt like someone worth knowing.”

“You’re sweet.”

Bob blushed and it spread to the tips of his ears. You could feel Bob’s gaze linger for a beat too long before he, too, turned back out toward the open, angry sea.

“I should probably get to bed.” You stepped away from the railing, unzipping the jacket and handing it back to him. Instead of putting it on, he folded it over one forearm.

Bob smiled. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Part of you wants more. Maybe it’s the chill of the wind and the sudden loss of warmth from his coat. Perhaps it’s your future, looming ahead. The unknown. Dark and uncharted, like the water the boat is struggling against.

You wonder what Bob is thinking. His blue eyes searching yours, evaluating your next move.

“Goodnight.” As you make your way inside, you resist the urge to turn around and see if he’s watching you walk away.

A part of you knows that he is.

Lying in the bunk, the cool dampness of the sheets on your skin, you curse yourself. What are you doing? You have a fiance at home. You have a life at stake.

But who is to say that if you had met Bob before Connor that you wouldn’t fall into the same trap. Maybe every relationship is bound for it, eventually. Everyone boards a train headed in the same direction. There is no basis to say that one relationship is inherently more exciting than another. There’s every reason to believe that it’s because you grow older, more set in your ways. You get busier, drink more, have less sex, watch more TV, spend more time apart. That might just be life. And no matter how strong the butterflies are, it’ll eventually route back to that same destination. The end of the butterfly period, where everything turns into the inevitable.

But that doesn’t explain why the last thing that crosses your mind before you fall asleep is Bob’s soft face, smiling at you from behind his wire frames.

And how part of you can already feel him slipping away.

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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 year ago

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Seventy-Two Hours with Kai Parker

bonnie bennett x kai parker | part 1 | requested

summary: bonnie should've known the night was too good to be true. the wedding was perfect, and went exactly as planned. not even a chair was out of place. but with a ceremony so flawless, she should've known. should've sensed, at least, the man lurking in the corner; watching the whole thing. watching, waiting - for her to be alone. because her betrayal really hurt him, and he was out to get even.

tags: dub-con, kidnapping, dark magic, bond, breeding kink, teasing, vaginal sex, rough sex, possessiveness, a smidge of soft!kai but he's mostly very dominant

word count: 9.9k

@sage1998c I hope you like how it turned out! It has been very fun to write. Part 2 is planned out, but I'm still writing it. :)

The wedding was absolutely perfect. The scene was beautiful, Jo looked gorgeous, Alaric was crying, and everything went smoothly. It felt like one of the first times in Mystic Falls where something actually went as planned. No one could’ve asked for a better outcome. A lovely couple was unified and promised the rest of their lives to spend together.

Bonnie was just about to go home, but stayed to help Caroline with some last minute de-decorating. Elena was supposed to be the one helping, but she and Damon decided to reconnect twenty minutes before the wedding, and only took a break for the service and reception. The minute the first couple went home, they took their cue to leave, too.

When Caroline started packing away the picturesque set, Bonnie offered a hand. She’d just be going back to an empty house, anyway.

It’s around midnight by the time the girls pack the last box. Caroline wipes a nonexistent sweat off her forehead, showing more exhaustion than anything. Bonnie, on the other hand, sighs, and puts her hands on her hips. They survey their work, then nod at a job well done.

“Well… that was a lovely wedding,” Caroline comments, “thank you for helping me clean up.”

“Of course. See you tomorrow?”

“Maybe in the evening? I might sleep all day,” the blonde jokes.

“Same. Well, see you soon, Care. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

A hug is shared before they part ways. Their cars are parked far from one another’s, considering Bonnie got there early to help Jo, and Caroline arrived late, way after the horde of Gemini that had attended. Luckily, the coven is long gone, and neither car is hard to find.

Bonnie’s car is in sight, actually. She spots it in the distance, then looks down into her purse to find her keys. But as she digs through gum packages, spare bandaids, medicine bottles, and other necessities, she neglects to keep an eye out for her surroundings.

A near fatal mistake.

With her eyes down and hands in her purse, Bonnie’s no match for the man that was hiding in the shadows. He grabs her arm first, then clamps a hand over her mouth. He pulls her head into his chest, and when she lifts her spare hand to fight back, he takes a hold of it, too. His grip is strong, and in no time, she feels herself losing consciousness. She tries to scream despite the hand over her mouth, but his hold only tightens. Blood drains from her face and terror takes over as a familiar voice whispers in her ear, “miss me?” Her legs go weak, then vision fades to black.

The next time Bonnie opens her eyes, she’s on the ground. She’s sitting upright, with her legs tucked underneath her, and her hands tied to a large metal pole. Her mouth is dry and there’s a faint taste of blood, but she assumes it’s from biting her own tongue. She’s still in the dress she was wearing, minus her jacket, though that’s the least of her concerns right now. At the moment, she wants to know if her kidnapper was really him, or if that was a trick of her mind.

“Lemme guess,” his voice breaks the silence. It echoes throughout the otherwise empty room. “You’re wondering if I really came back, or if that was all just a little dream about me.” The only light in the room is shining down on her. Bonnie doesn’t even have to see him to know it’s Kai - only he’d be that dramatic. When he steps into the light, the boots give her confirmation. “That would be cute,” he chuckles, “you dreaming about me. Bet I could make it happen.” He crouches down, knee touching the cement floor. A multi-ringed hand creeps into sight, crawling towards her like a spider. “But not today. Not a dream. It’s really me, Bonnie. I found you.” Only then does he finally step forward, a mischievous smile on his face. “Hi.”

“Malachai,” she spits out.

“Ooh! We’re doing full names. Well… I do believe I asked you a question.”

Bonnie narrows her eyes, confused. “You didn’t-”

“Did you miss me?”

She takes a deep breath, then puts on the most confident face she can muster. “No. I enjoyed the time you were locked away. You deserved it. You should still be there, in fact.”

“Brave words from the girl with her hands tied,” he gets closer, “powerless, vulnerable.”

She doesn’t answer.

“If it means anything, I missed you, BonBon. Damn, it hurt, getting betrayed by you like that. Yet I still thought about you everyday.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “How did you even get out?”

Kai smiles. “I vaguely remember a mention of an old Bennett witch being buried in Nova Scotia. Ring any bells?”

Her eyes go wide, and she curses herself for not thinking of that before trapping him there.

“Yeah. Sucked up all that magic and got myself out.”

“And you had nothing better to do than come bother me?”

“Oh, this is exactly what I planned. I told you, I thought about you everyday. First, about how upsetting it was that you turned your back on me. How much I wanted you to give me a second chance, yet you refused. As time went on, the thoughts only got stronger. How I needed to get back and find you. I need you to want me, too.” Before Bonnie can retort, he adds, “and if you don’t, well, I guess I can make you want me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He’s close enough that she can see him in detail. The blueness of his eyes; the small hairs growing on his face. Her eyes fall to a bite wound on his neck. She fights the urge to question it.

Kai’s gaze follows hers down, though. He chuckles. “Blood in exchange for answers. Y’know, maybe you shouldn’t have locked me up in a prison world full of angry ex-Gemini siphoners. They had a lot of family history to share, with the right motivation.”

Bonnie gulps. “What kind of history?”

“Coven secrets. Stuff they tried to bury. But much like the siphon gene, it never stays hidden for long.” Kai clicks his tongue. “Anyway, as long as I kept them fed, they told me loads of stuff that the Geminis used to do. Pretty dark stuff, I’ve got to say. You think my family is fucked up? Wait until you hear how my ancestors were.”

“I don’t care about your ancestral knowledge, Kai. Why did you bring me here?”

“That’s just the thing. If you’d let me finish my sentence, you’d find out.”

She rolls her eyes.

That mischievous smile returns to his face. “Do you remember the merge?”

“You mean the thing that made you kill your brother? Of course.”

“Yeah. It’s like that. Ish. Basically, it’s called a bond. I borrow just a bit of your blood, perform a little witchy woo spell, and let the magic work itself out. And then, you’ll be mine, as you should be.”

Bonnie’s never heard of this bond thing that he’s describing, but it doesn’t sound good. “Kai, you don’t have to do this. I won’t put you away again, we can be civil-”

“Oh I don’t want civil, Bonnie. I want someone I can trust, and have beside me, and I’ve already decided that person is going to be you.”

“No. Don’t do this.”

“You should be happier about this. By the end of it, you’ll have a little bit of my power, plus my protection. I-”

“What power? You can’t even make your own magic.”

“I’ll have power beyond your comprehension. But if you fight me, you’ll be on the losing side.”

“I’ll take my chances with that.”

“Not an option.” Kai stands up suddenly, retreats back into the darkness for a second, then walks back towards her with a backpack.

“What is that?”

Whistling to himself, he ignores her. Bonnie watches him pull out a knife, a grimoire, a small bowl, and an hourglass. He adjusts the way he’s sitting to tuck his legs under his thighs, like a little kid. Kai flips the grimoire to a certain page, reads over a spell, then licks his lips. “Ready?”

“No.”

“Okay.” Kai cuts his palm with the knife, then squeezes blood into the bowl. He doesn’t even wince, despite the rather deep gash he just gave himself. “Okay,” he repeats, “I need to untie your hands for a second. If you even think about running, I will make you regret it.”

The girl takes a deep breath as he goes behind her to cut the rope. He grabs one of her hands as soon as she’s free, ruining the escape she was planning. Kai continues to whistle as he brings her hand around, cuts it, and then wrings her blood into the same bowl. When he’s done, he produces a cloth from his back pocket and makes a tourniquet-like bandage around her palm. Bonnie’s silent, surprised, but doesn’t question it. Kai then ties her wrists to the pole again.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He starts to stir their blood together with the tip of the knife. As the thickness mixes, he chants a spell from his book. The temptation to interrupt is strong, but the fear of doing so overrides. Instead, she watches helplessly as Kai continues with his dark magic spell. When he’s done, he pours the blood into the top of the hourglass.

“Ah,” he breathes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head as if the spell gave him pleasure. “Now we just have to wait seventy-two hours, and it’ll be complete.”

Seventy-two hours?! Bonnie’s too stunned to speak.

“Sit tight, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

“Wait, no! Kai! Why does it take seventy-two hours? What spell was that?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, princess.”

He stands up, puts the hourglass on a table she’s just now noticing, and walks out of view.

“Kai! You can’t leave me here! I don’t know where I am.”

“You’re safe, BonBon. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Where are you going?”

“Make you dinner. I’ll be right back.”

“My friends will find you, y’know? They’ll notice I’m gone! You’ll regret ever coming back.”

“Yeah, yeah. If they get here in time. Better hope they find you before that timer is up.”

Bonnie stops pulling on the ropes to look at the glass. A small droplet plops to the bottom, counting one minute. She breathes heavily. Seventy-two hours are all she has. And to escape what? She barely has a clue.

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Kai recited the basics of the spell to Bonnie, but he didn’t tell her everything he had learned about it from the heretics. Truth is, there are three parts to the spell - that’s why it takes seventy-two hours - three days - to set in. Some argue that there are four, but the general consensus agrees that parts three and four are combined as one. (The heretics fought on this topic for a good twenty minutes before Kai slammed two pots together to shut them up.)

The first twenty four hours make the patient receptible to the magic, weakening them enough so that when the dominant can give them what they need. They’ll be offered food, water, shelter, and other needs of care, and sometime during that time frame, the patient will give into their needs. They become reliant on the other for their survival.

Then the next span of hours consists of part two. The patient questions their doubts about the dominant. After having their basic needs met, they believe the care is genuine, whether it truly is or not. Any wrongdoing done is debated if it were wrong, or done for their own protection. Any rights are placed on a pedestal. (This step is important, because Geminis have an aggressive nature. Not always does the dom care for their patient; sometimes, they’re just the best bloodline for the coven’s needs.) (Kai made sure it was clear to the heretics that he cared about Bonnie, and that any issues with bonding wouldn’t be a fault of his own, but instead because of the woman’s stubbornness.)

The third day equals the third step. The patient becomes needy for the dominant, whether they admit it or not. Kai reckons Bonnie will be the latter. She’d never willingly admit to wanting him, even if it would save her life. But they assured him he doesn’t need a confession, he just needs to see it. See the magic working in her system; the glances she’ll think he doesn’t notice; the shifting in her seat. Subtle signs of want.

And then, three hours before the final drop falls, they’ll need to complete the final step. The step that bonds them for life: binding. By this time, they’ll be mostly ready in mind and body, and the magic will work as instructed by the spell. Bonnie may be more stubborn, again, but it’ll work regardless if she’s submitted completely yet. According to the heretics, the only truly necessary requirements to bond are that her body is receptive, and that the binding occurs after the sixty-ninth hour, and before the seventy-second. As long as Kai’s mind is set on it, hers doesn’t have to be. So in that case, there is no doubt it will be done.

▪▪▪▪

Some time in the three hours until Kai returns, Bonnie had fallen asleep. Though she soon wakes to the sound of boots scuffing the ground and the smell of food wafting in the air. The girl blinks her eyes open before stretching her arms over her head. Then she remembers - weren’t her hands tied? Bonnie looks behind her and is shocked to find no restraints. Nor are her feet tied. She’s free in the big empty building, her only company being a large platter of food.

But it can’t be that easy, can it? She looks at the food, then the space around her. Suddenly, her eyes land on the hourglass. It still sits on the table a couple feet away. Bonnie rushes towards it as it continues to drip, thinking maybe if it breaks, the spell would break, too. She outstretches a hand for the object, but then her hand bounces off an invisible wall.

Of course. A boundary spell.

“Couldn’t make it that easy,” Kai’s voice comes from the shadows. “But I did want you to be able to stretch and eat without being restrained.”

“Thanks,” she replies sarcastically.

She looks back at the glass. A thin line of blood covers the bottom. She curses to herself.

“What happens when all the blood drips to the bottom?”

“I told you, we’ll be bonded.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like it means.”

“Kai-”

“Are you going to eat? You must be starving.”

She looks back at the food. She is starving, and it looks delicious, but she’d hate to give into him. “I’m fine.” Her stomach growls.

“Sure.”

“I don’t want your food.”

“You have to eat something, Bon. You’ll get weak if you don’t.”

“No.”

“Well… it’ll be there when you decide you want it.”

“I won’t,” she spits.

She makes it two hours before hunger overtakes her. She tried so hard to fight it, but she could feel her body weakening by the minute. And when she remembered how good Kai’s cooking was in 1994, she started to eat before she could stop herself. Bonnie hadn’t even bothered with the silverware he’d provided.

Luckily, Kai doesn’t bother her the whole time she eats, nor during the three hours afterwards where she regrets giving into him. Instead, she sits in complete silence, staring at the gray walls around her. It isn’t long before she feels her eyes drooping again. A full stomach combined with absolute boredom lulls her into a deep sleep before she can fight her closing eyes.

The next morning, Bonnie wakes up on her own, without the sound of footsteps or whistling invading her subconscious. Though immediately, she’s disgruntled to find that in her sleep, Kai had laid a thick blanket over her and a pillow under her head. A second later, she feels bothered by herself for getting mad at him for offering kindness, but then switches back to being annoyed.

What is happening? She wonders.

Bonnie shakes the thoughts away like an etch-a-sketch. She needs to get away from him; he must be messing with her head. Quickly, she rises to her feet to scan the building for an escape. Any air ducts, fire escapes, or secret doors will work, as long as she can break the barrier spell. As for that, she’s a Bennett witch - she’ll figure it out soon enough.

With a newfound energy, Bonnie runs her fingers along the magical walls for any give. She scans every inch of what she can see of the warehouse, while keeping an eye out for her captor.

Speaking of Kai, she wonders where he is. She hadn’t seen him in nearly twelve hours, and was starting to get worried he’d abandoned her.

Wait. That would be a good thing, right? If he abandoned her, she could escape without him noticing.

But if he did, and she never gets out, she’ll die here alone.

Bonnie’s attention is soon all on Kai. Panic rises to her chest when she realizes she might be stuck there alone. It’s 1994 all over again - Kai leaves her to die in an unfamiliar place.

He only left because you refused to let him out, some voice in her head says. If you’d let him go, you could’ve gone with him.

Who’s side are you on? Bonnie argues with it. He punished me for that choice by leaving me in 1994, and by leaving me here, now, he’s punishing me for 1903.

He was desperate to get out. You can understand that. You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?

“I see you’re awake,” Kai’s voice quiets the one in her head.

“Kai,” she says out loud, as if confirming to herself that he’s really there.

“Did you miss me that time?”

“No.” Her voice is a bit more shaky than she’d like.

“Awh. Was hoping a little distance would do the trick. Anyway, how are you feeling? Hungry? I see you ate dinner, finally.”

“Don’t act like you care.”

“Ouch. That hurts, BonBon.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

Kai doesn’t answer. Instead, he creeps closer to the barrier. Their bodies are close, separated only by the spell. His voice drops to a whisper, “I wouldn’t be too brazen with me, Bonnie. I am the only one who knows where you are.”

“My friends will find me.”

“Maybe. But it’s also been, like, two days, and I feel like if they were looking, they should’ve found you by now. I don’t know, it just seems… maybe they gave up?”

Bonnie strikes her palm against the spell. It bounces off, but he backs up anyway. “They’re looking. You’ve just cloaked me, so they probably need to find another witch.”

“Hm, maybe you’re right. Probably having a hard time doing that. With the coven in town, Dad’s not gonna let Liv help. And none of them have ever helped anyone but themselves, so you might be out of luck, BonBon.”

“Fuck you, Kai.”

“Oh!” He smirks in a way that makes her heart drop. He runs his tongue along his lips and looks her body up and down. “Would you like to?”

“I hate you.”

“Didn’t answer my question.”

“You’re…” her mind struggles to find the words. Every time she tries to spit out an insult, something in her subconscious counters it.

“I’m what?”

“You’re… just so annoying. Can you leave me alone to my solitude?”

“As you wish, Bonster. But let me tell you, I’ve lived in solitude for a long time, and you’ll be begging for my company soon.”

“You can only dream, Malachai.”

The stupid smirk returns to his face when he says, “oh, I will.”

Bonnie groans before retreating back to her blanket. As pissed as she is that Kai gave it to her, it’s still better than sleeping on the cold, hard ground.

Kai watches her until she’s comfortable in her makeshift bed. Thoughts race in his head; fears run wild about someone finding her before the spell is done. He mutters a quick spell to sharpen the defenses around the building, cloaking them in a second layer of magic just in case. Then he looks to the hourglass, willing it to drip faster. His heartbeat quickens as he remembers the heretics’ words.

“It’s an inevitable part of the bond, so you need to make sure that’s something you’re on board to do. Can you handle it?”

“I had seven siblings. I can handle it.”

“But do you want it? Remember, this is something the coven values most, for it ensures their survival.”

Kai first thinks of his siblings. Annoying, yes, but he did like them in their younger years. Before the eldest of the middle children grew into teenagers and turned on him like their parents, Kai liked them. Maybe he would’ve even loved them if he were given the chance.

“And the girl? Are you sure you want this with her?”

He pictures Bonnie in his mind. Witty, stubborn, strong Bonnie. The girl willing to do anything for the people she loves. He thinks of her months from now, and the image produces a low growl from his throat.

“Yes.”

“Then I will give you the spell. But remember, the Geminis thought they had erased this long ago,” the man smirks, “just like the thought they got rid of us. Be careful with it, or you might end up back here for good.”

“Hey,” a snap brings Kai out of the memory, “out of my solitude.”

He meets her eyes. The image resurfaces in his mind, but he tries not to react to it. “Right. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

Bonnie rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond.

After another meal and a night’s sleep, Bonnie wakes up to a feeling of fullness between her legs. For a moment, she’s confused, but then her blood runs cold as she remembers where she is. “Get off me!” She leaps from the floor, tossing her blanket off in a panic. When she looks down, though, Kai’s nowhere near her.

Instead, he’s in the corner, head cocked in confusion. “I’m not touching you.”

“You just were. With your magic.”

“Nope, I’ve been over here the whole time.”

“You must’ve siphoned me. You were touching- something… doing something to me.”

“Awh, did you have a little dream of me?! Sweet little Bonnie Bennett had a dream of me, I’m touched!”

“I. Did. Not. You did something.”

“Princess, I swear, I didn’t touch you.”

“Don’t call me princess!”

“Okay. Hey, I’m sorry. No nicknames. But I didn’t touch you. I didn’t siphon you. I promise.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t know how to prove to you that I didn’t do anything. Though…”

“Kai-”

“...maybe that spell had something to do with it,” he nods to the hourglass.

“The spell… What was that spell? Tell me right now! I’m serious, Kai!”

The boy groans, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Ugh! What now?”

“The way my name sounds on your tongue. Thick and sweet, like honey.”

“Malachai!”

He clicks his tongue, “less of the effect.” He sighs, “spell is harmless… ish.”

“Ish?”

“Ish.”

“Is it a sex spell?”

He smiles. “No, but that is a good idea.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“I did. It’s a bonding spell.”

“What does that mean?”

“Why do you need this explained? It’s exactly what it sounds like.”

“You’re bonding us together?”

“There you go. You’re getting it.”

Bonnie fights the urge to throw up in her mouth. “How does that even work?”

“Well, we’re at about hour sixty-four, so in just a few more, you’ll find out. See, combining our blood was one step, the spell was another, and then there’s one more part to complete it.”

“Why do you think you need to bond us?”

“Because your betrayal really hurt, Bonnie. And this way, you can’t leave me again.” His eyes are dark, almost black, and she fights the urge to cower under his gaze. “But think of it this way, if it helps. You’ll be, let’s call it, a co-leader of the Gemini Coven. Think of all that power, all that magic, that you could access. You’ll lead these idiots with me until a new set of twins takes over the job.”

“Thought you wanted to keep your spot as leader?”

“Oh, I do, but-”

“And I thought you hated kids?”

“I don’t hate kids. I-”

“But you killed all your younger siblings.”

“That was a completely different situation. My fath-”

“So-”

Kai clicks his tongue again. “Sorry! You’ve run out of interruptions for the day. You can only interrupt me so many times before I lose my patience, BonBon. Restart tomorrow, please!”

“You’re an ass.”

“You’re the one interrupting. How am I supposed to answer your questions when you won’t let me?”

“Fine.” She shuffles her legs around uncomfortably. “This bond… if I’m linked to you, I’ll partially rule the coven?”

“Yeah, technically.”

“Okay. So what’s to say I won’t kill you the moment I gain power, hm? Because that would suck if you went through all that work just to die in the end.”

“Would suck,” Kai muses, “though I don’t know why you’d try. It’s a bond, Bonnie. You wouldn’t want to hurt me once we’re linked. It’d break your heart.”

She swallows, scared of that thought. But then again… it might be nice to have that kind of loyalty with someone. Sometimes it feels like she’s the only one looking out for herself in this town. A bond would link Kai to her as much as she’d be to him. She’d actually have someone looking out for her, protecting her.

Bonnie’s throat goes dry. As soon as the betraying thought creeps in, she blocks it out. Kai is why she needs protection. A bond to him will put her in danger… right?

“What kind of power am I gaining in this?” She asks instead, ignoring the ten billion other things she wants to know.

“Well, our blood is, as we speak, mixing together. So when the spell is complete, you will gain certain spells and knowledges that run only in the Gemini bloodline, and I will gain such for your bloodline. You’ll also have access to centuries of grimoires and whatnot that require Gemini blood to open.”

“So we’ll be of the same blood?”

“No,” Kai answers rather quickly. “See, according to the heretics, this spell was commonly used by my more angry and aggressive ancestors who needed to procreate for a set of twins, but couldn’t convince a poor woman to marry them. Part of that dark history I mentioned earlier. It isn’t the blood that’s combined, because then things get all gross and incestuous, but it’s the magic that is mixed and returns to the bloodstream in some witchy way.”

Bonnie’s mouth is hanging open by the time he’s finished explaining. “This is a sex spell.”

“No. It’s a bonding spell.”

“Does the bond have to involve procreation if you’re not trying to do that?”

“Who says I’m not?”

“Um, you. Who killed four of your siblings, and will kill anyone who tries to take your leadership away?!”

“Ah, back on that. I killed my siblings for a reason, Bonnie. They were in the way. As for the other part of your question, I don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?”

“Whether I want to let the Gemini curse consume me and the rest of this dumb coven, or if I should complete the whole spell and not die a painful death.” When she’s too speechless to answer, Kai continues, “guess we have five hours for me to decide.”

He leaves her after that.

Bonnie’s still shocked, though she’s not afraid. There’s no way Kai will do it; he hates kids. He’s proved that to her. And he’s not going to give up his spot as leader that’s he’s “worked” so hard for these last twenty years. Speaking of which, he’s probably making up the entire spell, too. Knowing Kai, he muttered some random phrases and is only holding her hostage for his own entertainment. The girl rolls her eyes, recognizing he’s just trying to scare her. She lays back down on the blanket, not asleep, but closing her eyes to pass time.

Despite what he told the girl, Kai’s mind is already made up. In fact, he decided on his plan whilst still being in the prison world. He is going to complete the whole spell as it was intended to be done; he is going to bond her to him, and then she will bear his children.

Bonnie would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of him that way. If she hadn’t imagined how his fingers would feel upon her skin, his lips against her own, his body on top of hers. She thought such things while trapped in the prison world, and in the last twenty-four hours, they have returned to her mind. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing she’d ever done, but she feared the guilt would stay with her forever.

But though she was able to shake away the thoughts when she was stuck in 1994, she struggles to fight them now. Each time they surface, they are harder to push away. At first, she blamed it on loneliness: Alaric and Jo’s wedding, Elena and Damon getting back together, Caroline and Stefan crossing the friend boundary. Then Kai mentioned that the spell might have something to do with it. Initially, Bonnie was furious for being spelled into liking him, but now she’s having an internal debate if it only amplified buried feelings, or only gave her a sexual desire for him. She’s not sure, but she sure as hell wouldn’t admit to either if he asked.

“Oh,” she hears him before she can see him, “you’re awake. Good.”

“This spell,” she starts, “does it affect you in any way, or just me?”

“Aside from my magic being mixed with yours? Not really.”

“Yeah, and aside from that, how does it affect me?”

Kai does that half-smile, half-smirk that pisses her off. This time, it makes her squirm. “Kind of does the same thing.”

“Kind of?”

“How do you feel?” He changes the topic. “Comfortable? Need another blanket?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? No extra padding or anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Need less blankets? Are you hot?”

Burning, she thinks, under his gaze. “Fine the way I am.”

“Okay. Hey, it’s the seventieth hour, Bon. So, um, we need to complete the spell.”

“What? Do you need more blood?”

“No.” Kai cocks his head. “You don’t seem as scared as you were before.”

“Well, I’ve had seventy hours to think.”

“Oh?”

“And I don’t think you really casted a spell. I think you’re just keeping me here for fun.”

He chuckles. “Oh I definitely did, Bonnie.”

“Really? Prove it.”

“Prove it?”

“You say you casted it, well, I don’t believe you.”

“You’re not serious.”

“What happens on the seventieth hour?”

“I told you.”

“Well, prove it to me. Do your spell. Take more blood. Do whatever you need to bond us,” she rolls her eyes and puts quotation marks up with her fingers, “because I think you’re bluffing.”

“Y’know, having your approval to finish this spell makes this so much easier. I was going to do it regardless, but knowing you want me too just makes it ten times better.” He stalks towards her.

“I don’t want you.”

“Okay. Whatever you say, Bonnie.”

Before she can respond, he’s on the ground beside her. He sits criss-crossed, which would look innocent if he didn’t tightly grab her wrist a second later. The boy then studies her carefully. He trails a finger along her jawline and down her neck, before he cups his hand around it. She doesn’t flinch this time, and disturbingly enough, she doesn’t want to move, either. She swallows hard, throat bobbing against his palm.

“Are you scared?”

“Of you? No.”

“Are you going to listen to me?”

“That depends.”

Kai smiles. “Y’know, my mom was always pregnant when I was growing up. Trying to bear another set of twins, right? Because I was defective, an abomination, yadda yadda yadda… I was a siphon, so if I merged, I’d take down Jo immediately. You know the story. Anyway, mom was always pregnant, and Jo would always help her. And so badly, I wanted to help her. I mean, she was my mother. She carried me, birthed me, fed me, raised me, and I wanted to care for her when she was going through that with my siblings.” Kai’s hand drops from her neck, down to his lap. One hand still holds her wrist. “But my father wouldn’t let me. Even if I swore I wouldn’t touch her, he wouldn’t let me help. So I watched Jo comfort her, make her tea and soup, bring her extra blankets if she were cold. And when baby after baby was born, I couldn’t help with them, either. Jo would talk to them in her baby-voices, and carry one on her hip while doing chores for mom. She could play with them and teach them, and the one thing I could do was cook for the family. To make it worse, Jo would scold me for never helping, but if I tried, dad would punish me.” Kai pauses, and Bonnie actually feels sorry for him. She fights the urge to comfortingly run a finger along his cheek. “I never got the chance to bond with my siblings because I never got to spend time with them. They were practically taught to fear me. So when you’re eight years old and you’re told you’d either kill your twin or they’d kill you, and you’re already not allowed to interact with her, and now your mom is pregnant and you’re not allowed to help with that, either, you kinda start to question what’s the point, y’know?” Kai’s eyes meet Bonnie’s before jumping back to the ground. “And then suddenly you’re twenty-two, and you’re supposed to do the one thing you are allowed to do, but now you can’t do that either. So when the tightly pulled string snaps, it’s thrown away, instead of anyone trying to fix it, because that’s easier, right?”

“Kai-”

“So yeah, I killed my siblings. But maybe if I was ever given a fucking chance to know them better, I wouldn’t have. Maybe if I was given a chance at all.”

It’s quiet for a long time. Bonnie doesn’t know how to respond to the sudden confession, and Kai’s eyes have glazed over like he wasn’t even aware he shared it.

“Kai, I… don’t know what to say.”

His gaze snaps up to her. “This spell needs to be completed in three hours to take effect. I just want you to know that I didn’t hate my siblings in the way everyone thinks I did.” She swallows, wondering where he’s going with this. “I don’t hate kids. I just hated my parents.”

Bonnie nods, not sure what else to do. Kai seems to take this as an answer, though.

In a split second, he takes her other wrist and pushes her body onto the ground. He makes sure her head’s on the pillow before gripping one hand above her head, while his other hand holds her still on the shoulder. He then swings his legs over her hips, straddling her, and before she can even blink, she’s pinned completely.

“Wait!” Sweat beads at her forehead. “What are you doing?”

“The spell needs to be complete,” he repeats.

“What happens on the seventieth hour?” She pants, “tell me!”

“The binding, Bonnie. Remember? I said I could die a painful death from not having twins to take over the leadership, or I could complete the whole spell as it should be done?” She remembers, but doesn’t reply. Kai continues anyway. “There was never another option. I knew I was going to complete it the moment the heretics gave it to me. The moment they told me everything that needed to happen.”

“Why?” The girl asks, quietly. Partly out of shock, partly out of fear.

“Because I want you, Bonnie. And I want this. This spell will give me both.”

Realization starts to set in that he was not, in fact, lying about the spell. He had casted it, and he was going to do exactly what he had described.

“Aww, come on, don’t look so sad. I know you’re at least a little curious about me, even without the workings of the spell. I wonder what was going through your head at the wedding, watching those two get married. Or when Elena and Damon returned just in time with hay in their hair, doing exactly what everyone was thinking. Y’know, if you didn’t trap me in 1903, I could’ve been your date to that wedding. We could’ve fought beforehand about which tie I was going to wear, or which shoes you thought looked better. And then we could’ve danced, or snuck to the snack table, or the bar. Then when everyone finally went home and inevitably hooked up, because that’s what always happens, we could be doing this in your warm bed with the feather pillows I bet you have, and an air freshener in the room that smells like sage only to be overpowered with the smell of sex by the time the sun rises.”

Bonnie swallows. She avoids his gaze, mind consumed by his words.

“But you didn’t, and I had to resort to watching you be sad, all alone, at the wedding, and then taking you for myself afterwards. Then again, maybe that’s what you needed to realize you missed me.”

“I didn’t miss you.”

“Is that something you say because you mean it, or because it’s an automatic reply that you use to keep your good side intact? Because it’s starting to sound a little forced.”

“I… I don’t…”

“Don’t mean it? Don’t want me? Don’t want to admit you want me? Come on, Bonnie. Use your words.”

The girl stays silent, not trusting those words.

“Alright. Well, I’m running out of time, and you haven’t clearly given me a ‘no’, so I’m just gonna get on with this, and then you can decide what you want later, okay?” Again, she doesn’t reply, so he nods. “Okay.”

His body that was hovering over her one second now presses into her. Their hips touch, and she can feel his hardening length on her leg. At the same time, he dips his head into the side of her neck, kissing it softly. The hand that once rested on her shoulder is feeling along her side, but stops at the end of her dress. He tugs at the fabric, as if silently asking for permission to remove it.

“Kai-”

“Hm?”

“I-” she doesn’t know what to say. She wanted his attention, but now doesn’t know what to do with it.

Kai continues to kiss along her neck. His lips are barely touching her skin, but they still make her feel hot. She fights with herself over whether to struggle against him, or give into her subconscious desires. The more she’s quiet, though, the more Kai seems to take that as permission. He pulls her dress up and over her head, cradling her neck gently as it slips past her face.

“There you go,” he whispers, looking her up and down, “good girl.” He tosses it over his shoulder. “That dress fit you perfectly, may I add. You looked gorgeous in it. It’s been difficult to wait until now to pull it off you, but I promise you I’ve admired it from afar.”

She swallows, getting a mental picture of Kai eye-fucking her across a fully-seated ceremony. Hiding in the shadows; three hundred people, yet he’s watching her. Instead of giving in, though, she turns her head.

“Still being stubborn? Awh. That’s okay, BonBon. I’ll take care of you.”

Kai tightens his grip on her waist with his legs. He’s even harder now, and almost fully exposed, Bonnie can feel all of him. His bulge is dangerously close to her clothed core, and her body is burning from the teasing proximity. She can only watch as he undoes his tie, inserting a finger into the knot and pulling it loose. Her eyes follow his hands, admiring his long fingers, and an escaped thought makes her curious as to how they’d feel inside her. Kai pulls off his jacket, tosses it somewhere with her dress, and then his dress shirt follows.

“Watching me?” He catches her staring.

Bonnie turns her head away quickly, again.

“It’s okay if you were.” He removes his belt, but keeps his pants fitting loosely on his body. Bonnie, now squeezing her eyes shut, has no warning before his fingers graze against her heat. He slips a finger between her folds, feeling the wetness through the fabric. A moan passes through his lips. Two seconds later, his mouth takes the place of his fingers, and when she looks up, he’s sure enough level with her. Bonnie bites her tongue to not moan at the feeling of his hot breath on her cunt. It feels so good, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“Stop that,” she mutters through clenched teeth.

“Stop what? Teasing,” he sticks his tongue out to the fabric, “or touching?” A hand creeps up her back and unhooks her bra. It snaps off, freeing her breasts, and Kai watches them bounce into place. She hadn’t even noticed he’s not holding her down anymore. His body is off of hers completely, but she’s in too much pleasure to notice.

“Both.”

“Awh, that’s no fun.” He pulls off his dress pants, then rises back to his knees. His eyes focus on her breasts, licking his lips, while Bonnie tries to look anywhere other than his huge bulge. “Guess we’ll get straight to fucking, then.”

Before she can even speak, he’s hovering over her again. He mutters something, then she feels cool air on her heat, telling her he’s gotten her panties off with magic.

“I promise I didn’t siphon you. It’s tempting, but I wanted to make you feel comfortable, and I know you don’t like that. Anyway.” He mutters the same thing to remove his boxers, and this time, she feels his hard cock slap against her cunt. She bites back a moan, tongue bleeding from the pressure on it.

Kai then crawls up her body to whisper in her ear. His cock teases the tip of her folds, and she knows she’s wet enough that if he pushed just a little, he’d fit. “This would be so much better in your bed, BonBon.” He kisses her neck. “I mean, you’re receptive now, but it’d be so much more comfortable there.” His lips travel further down, but this time, he chuckles against her skin. It tickles, making her squirm. “Y’know, while the spell requires you to be receptive, it doesn’t have that much of an effect. It prepares you just enough to be able to take it, not enough to make it comfortable. The wetness pooling out from between your legs is entirely your own doing. So look me in the eye and tell me you don’t secretly want this.”

She accepts the challenge of his eye contact, but then struggles with the lie. “I-”

He clicks his tongue. “Come on, Bonnie.”

“Not enough to make it comfortable? What does that mean?”

“Just like it sounds, quit stalling.”

“Tell me.”

“Remember in historical times when sex was pretty much only a form of procreation, and not at all just for pleasure? Yeah, well, Geminis are well aligned with that. So when more twins are needed to keep the coven alive, women don’t usually get the good end of the bargain. Like, at all.” He pushes himself inside just a little. “Luckily, you have two things in your favor today, Bonnie. One, you seem to want this, considering how wet you are right now. And two, I care about you, and I don’t want you to hate this.”

“Right.”

“I want to bond with you, Bonnie. I’ve wanted you like this since the first time I saw you.”

“You didn’t even know this bond was a thing until I stuck you in 1903. You should be thanking me.”

He cocks his head, genuinely surprised at the retort. A smile crosses his lips. “We’ll see who’s doing the thanking after I’ve been deep inside you.”

With that, he holds himself steady with his palms on the ground, then pushes into her fully. As expected, she’s able to take him. The minimal pain she feels is getting used to his size, but that’s worked out in the first couple of thrusts. Bonnie’s hands reach for anything to grasp as he finds his pace. When he ducks his head to lick at her breasts, her hands bury in his hair, scratching his scalp and pulling his roots. Kai doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he moans at the feeling, sending a vibration through her body. He sucks her tits, even bites them gently. His hands skim along her arms and body, providing a sensual touch. It’s overwhelming, but in all the best ways.

The only sounds that have been heard in the warehouse for three days are that of their voices talking back and forth. Now, the building echoes with the slaps on skin on skin contact, vulgar squelching at the point of connection, and frenzied moans tumbling from both sets of lips. Spit dribbles from the edge of Kai’s swollen lips down onto her stomach, wetting her in a way she always thought she hated. But in that moment, under him, she secretly relishes the feeling. If her pussy could get any wetter, it would.

It isn’t long before she feels close to coming. She doesn’t want to admit it. Instead, she puts a hand on Kai’s arm and hopes he gets the hint.

Thankfully, the boy looks up. A smirk tugs on his lips at the sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He sits up, still thrusting hard into her, and cocks his head as if giving her permission to come. Bonnie does so immediately after that. Her body shaking with pleasure and relief. Her tits continue to bounce from his thrusts, but now they’re cold from his spit and absent tongue. Kai blows cool air against them as she falls apart underneath him, but he doesn’t stop. He barely even slows down.

“Beautiful,” he compliments.

“Slow down,” she asks, trying to catch her breath.

Kai, surprisingly, listens. He slows to a stop and pulls out completely. She can see now, the sweat beading on his forehead. The way he pants, also trying to catch his breath. She makes the mistake of looking up and down his body. His cock rests in his hands, red, hard, and clearly not ready to be done with her.

“Feel good?”

Bonnie rolls her eyes.

“Mmkay. Stubborn girl.” His words sound more teasing than anything. When she looks in his eyes, there’s a mischievous glint in them. She then follows his gaze to the hourglass, but can’t read the expression he wears looking at it. Kai turns his attention back to her, then licks his lips. “Okay. Let me know if you need to change positions, because we’re not done yet,” he confirms. At least she has the option… she shakes her head to erase the thought. Kai seems to take that as a ‘no’ on changing his position, though, which Bonnie didn’t think about until now, and starts to push back into her.

This time, Kai takes more time picking up his pace. He thrusts slower, but reaches deeper inside her. His hands grab both shoulders, effectively pinning her to the ground. Then, when he starts to get comfortable, he quickens pace again. This round, he’s deep enough to make a bulge visible in her belly. His eyes drop to it as soon as he sees it. A smile she still can’t interpret is on his face.

“You’re gorgeous,” he compliments, panting heavily, “you’ll look even more so filled up. Aw, I can’t wait for it. Fill you to the brim, and I won’t let any of it leak out. That’s the last part of the spell, Bonnie. To bind you to me; bind us. Fill you up and wait for it to take. It will.” His grip on her shoulders tightens. “The first three months might be a little uncomfortable. You might be sick some mornings, or be a little more sensitive, but I promise I’ll help you through it. I’ll make you this raspberry tea that Jo used to make for mom, even though it was my recipe. She drank it throughout every pregnancy.” When Bonnie raises her hands up in search of something to grab, he takes them and pins them above her head. He has a new angle now, and can thrust even deeper.

“And by the fourth month, you’ll start to show. They’ll start to move, and you can feel them inside you.” Suddenly, the hand on her shoulder finds its way to her neck. Minimal pressure is added. He’s showing dominance, not an intent to harm. “Your body is still going through changes, but they become easier to manage. The baby’s growing and developing, and you might gain a little weight, but it’s not unhealthy, and you’ll still be just as gorgeous as you always are.” Kai’s movements are getting sloppy. He’s close. Close to finishing the spell, close to coming deep inside her.

“And in the last couple months, they’ll be almost ready. You’ll certainly be ready to be done with it,” he smiles a genuine smile, “because I know it’s hard, and it hurts, but it’s worth it. Your back will hurt and breasts, too, and they might leak, but I’ll massage you wherever you need it. Contractions will start as you get closer, and it’s okay if you break my finger gripping too tightly.” His mouth is dry from talking, but he continues anyway. “I won’t let you out of my sight, Bon. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I can’t promise my coven won’t try, but I can promise you that as long as we’re bonded, you’ll be safe, and I’ll defend you with my life. I love you, Bon, and I want this baby so, so bad. I promise I’ll take care of both of you.”

With a few more thrusts, he’s spilling inside her. He can only hold himself up for a second before collapsing, but rolls to the side to not crush her with his body. He keeps his cock buried inside her, as he had promised not to pull out until she was filled. Kai’s eyes flutter as he catches his breath, and for the first time in quite a while, he’s silent.

Bonnie’s head races with everything he just said. How much passion was in his voice when he talked about having a baby with her. She’s overwhelmed, but can’t find herself to be disgusted about it. Though, she can feel the warmth in her core from him, and knows she has to accept her fate now, or she’ll hate it for the rest of her life. Bonnie bites her cheek as her thoughts race, trying to decide which option to choose.

Beside her, Kai’s breathing returns to normal. He creeps a hand up to her stomach and rests it there. After another minute, he adjusts slightly to pull out. Then, slowly, the slight pressure he was keeping on her stomach dissipates as his hand goes limp. She turns to see his face and realizes he’s fallen asleep.

Bonnie could run. He’s at the most vulnerable she’s ever seen him in her life; the barrier spell would be easy to break. She could escape. Shatter the hourglass and kill the spell. She could probably even kill him at this moment, if she wanted. But for some reason, she does none of those things. Instead, she turns towards him and brushes a finger down his cheek. She watches his chest rise and fall, then lays her head against it. Her breathing matches his in a matter of minutes, and she’s out like a light.

Eight hours later, way past time for the spell to be complete, Bonnie wakes up to Kai’s arms wrapped around her protectively. He has quite a grip despite still being asleep, which tells her he woke up in the middle of the night and took the chance to pull her closer. When she stirs, he does, too, fluttering his eyes open to meet hers.

“Hi,” he says simply, a smile on his face. He looks so innocent, almost like he hadn’t fucked himself to unconsciousness and her to impregnation just a few hours ago.

“Hi,” she replies, unsure of what else to say.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine.”

He sits up, propping his head on his elbow. “Just fine?”

“I guess I don’t know what to feel yet.”

Kai considers this. “Well… you didn’t try to run away last night.”

“I thought about it.”

“What stopped you?”

She doesn’t respond right away, and when she does, it doesn’t answer the question. “You really want a baby?”

“Ever since my dad barred me from helping with my siblings, I knew I needed it for myself. Whether it’s something primal or parently, I don’t know.”

“Which do you think it is?”

“Well the primal part is definitely the Gemini. I don’t think there’s been one good fatherly figure in the history of my coven. Maybe it’s me wanting to be a good dad because of that. To raise a kid the opposite of how I was raised.” He looks down. “I don’t know, sounds stupid. Of all people talking about having kids, I should be on the bottom of that list.”

“It’s not stupid. You were never given a chance to show goodness, because you were immediately deemed evil. You express these feelings to me because you trust me.” Bonnie doesn’t know if the words coming out of her mouth are her own or the workings of the spell. Perhaps both.

“You really believe that?”

“As much as I believe that people can change from evil to good, look at Damon, or even Klaus Mikaelson, I also believe that maybe they were good all along, but their bad parts overshadowed their good. Maybe they needed to put up an act, or maybe it was all buried so deeply that they didn’t even know where inside themselves they were. Like you.”

Kai thinks about this, then asks, “anyone else? Or did you come up with that just for me?”

Bonnie wonders for a moment. “Maybe Katherine. Qetsiyah.”

Kai doesn’t know who those people are, only by mention, but what matters is that she was able to see inside the hearts of more people than just him. To him, that confirms she’s telling the truth.

“I didn’t have a good father figure, either, Kai. He left when I was young, then came back a couple years ago. Tried to control a lot of the things I did. Said it was to protect me, but I didn’t want his protection after he had abandoned me.”

“Where is he now?”

“Dead. Silas. It still hurts even though we weren’t close.”

Kai doesn’t understand that. The heretics gave him two options for revenge. One, to become a heretic. To drink Lily’s blood and kill himself, which would take down the coven. He’d then drink the blood of his dying father to complete the transition. Or two, to bond and lead the coven, then produce a set of twins to rule after him. Instantly, he chose to bond with Bonnie, but he’d still kill his father in a heartbeat, given the chance.

“I won’t abandon you,” he says after a brief silence, “I promise.”

In a moment of spunk, Bonnie challenges, “is that you or the bond talking?”

“Me.” A no-hesitation reply.

The girl sighs, relaxing into his arms once more. After a moment, a new question comes to mind. “What happens now? Do we stay here?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want my bed,” she answers honestly. “But.” she tastes the words before saying them. They feel weird to admit, but they’re true. “I want you with me.”

Kai kisses her forehead. “Okay. I’ll take you home.”

They rest for another ten minutes before getting up to leave. As Bonnie puts her dress back on, Kai gathers his things. The hourglass, the grimoire, the blanket and pillow on which she slept. He stays close to her as they make their way out of the building, tucked away, on the edge of the town border. Bonnie recognizes it from the outside, though she’d never think to go near it.

“How’d you know of this place?”

“Saw it in passing. I scoped it out for days, making sure no one was inhabiting it. I needed somewhere to keep you where you would be safe.”

She doesn’t answer. As uncomfortable as it was to be kept there, she remembers he’s still a sociopath, and to prioritize her safety was a big thing despite his general lack of understanding for others’.

The short trip to her house was uneventful, but Bonnie wonders if he spelled them to be invisible. There’s no way her friends aren’t looking for her; she disappeared four days ago by now. They must be worried sick.

“What do I tell my friends when they see me? If I’m even allowed…”

“‘Course you can see them. And you can see them without me around, if you want, but I’ll still cast a protection spell over you. Or linger in the shadows, where they can’t see me.” Kai’s eyes darken playfully. “As for telling them, I have no idea. Whatever you want.”

Bonnie thinks about it. Whether to lie and say she got lost, knocked out, or kidnapped by someone else? Or whether to say it was Kai who kidnapped her? What if she tells them she learned to enjoy his company in the time he held her captive? What if she reveals he’s most likely gotten her pregnant?

Suddenly, her stomach hurts, like she’s eaten something curdled. She winces in pain and clutches it. Kai turns around immediately.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Stomach. I was thinking of what to tell them, and it started hurting.”

“That’s unusual, you shouldn’t have symptoms yet.”

Suddenly, it hits her. “The spell.”

“What?”

“It would put the baby in danger if they found out I could be pregnant. They can’t know I might be carrying your baby.”

“That would make sense,” Kai muses.

As soon as Bonnie comes to the conclusion, the pain stops. She stands back up. “I think that was it. So I’ll just tell them I’ve been with you. And maybe… after the wedding, I was lonely, and when I saw you had returned, I gave into your constant flirting, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to leave.” She puts a hand on her stomach, expecting pain, but none comes. “Okay. I’ll use that.”

“Okay. Are you going to use it now, or…?”

“Tomorrow. Today, rest. Tomorrow, I’ll make my rounds, reassuring friends I’m okay.”

Kai nods. “Tomorrow it is.”

#kai parker x bonnie bennett #bonkai #bonkai fics #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #bonkai smut

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Breakable Heaven - Part Three

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

AN: posting early for my lovely @gretavanfleetposts and because danny posted today while I was writing part four so it’s meant to be 😌

Warnings: Conversations alluding to sex, mentions of drinking 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

WC: 3495

“Did you see this itinerary?” Danny asked you as you yawned the next morning, walking back into the living room after brushing your teeth. There had been an early wake up by room service with coffee and pastries. You watched from the bed as Danny had brought the tray back into the living room, and for a brief moment, you thought you fell in love with the sight of the tall man, curls disheveled and holding an apple danish.

Sitting next to him on the couch, you glanced over his shoulder at his phone screen, watching him scroll through the imported calendar. Monday, today, was low-key, as more people arrived at the vineyard. There was nothing for the bridesmaids as some were missing still, while the groomsmen went golfing at a nearby course, and then another dinner at the vineyard restaurant.

“Mike invited me out to golf with the guys today,” Danny picked up a note on the tray with the coffee and handed it to you.

“That’s really nice.” you leaned forward, setting it down after reading it and pouring some coffee into a mug from the fancy carafe. You poured in your cream and sugar, stirring it and taking a long sip. “Do you like golf?”

“I actually love golf.” Danny smiled, biting into a danish. “I may have done a little research about the area and was planning on going to play while you were busy with wedding stuff.“ you set your mug down and reached over, grabbing a danish of your own. As you chewed, you pulled up the itinerary on your own phone, looking through the days.

“Uh, we have a field day??” you asked rhetorically, furrowing your brow. “A campout? Olivia didn’t say anything about camping.”

“It’s just one night, and look, the next day you’re at a spa all day getting pampered.” Danny mentioned, tapping the side of your phone with his long pinky finger. You did feel a small sense of relief that it would only be one night. “Dang, that massage sounds really nice.”

“Mm, hot stones, I cannot wait.” you nearly moaned at the idea, your body already feeling a little melty. “What time do you have to be downstairs?”

“‘Bout an hour.” Danny sipped on his coffee, leaning back in his seat. “Enough time to shower, get dressed and kiss my honey goodbye.” you froze for a moment, until the nickname conversation replayed in your head. Then you realized what he said and near-stammered.

“Oh, you want me to go with you down to the lobby?” Shrugging, Danny gave you a small smile.

“You don’t have to,” he began. “But it may make us look as hopelessly in love as we proclaimed to be last night.” you nodded and thought about it. In all your worries, you hadn’t realized that you and Danny had shared a kiss already. And in front of Gavin, no less. It felt like it was supposed to happen, once your surprise had worn off. His lips had been warm and soft, the memory of the faint trace of beer on them made you lick your own subconsciously.

“No, that’s a good idea.” you nodded. “We’re still in the honeymoon phase, after all. Do you mind if I go get dressed before you hop in the shower?” Danny shook his head and you got up, going into the bedroom and shutting the doors. You dressed quickly, throwing on a light, soft sweater and some jeans before slipping on a pair of socks and going into the bathroom, running your brush through your hair. The green of your sweater was one of your favorite colors; it made your eyes pop and your skin glow. The color boosted your confidence in a way that gave you a little more bounce in your step as you walked back into the living room.

“Oh, you look nice.” Danny complimented when his eyes raised from his phone screen to you. Smiling, you gave a little spin as he stood up and walked closer to you.

“Thanks, I love this sweater.” you replied. Danny was close enough now, he reached out, gently pinching the fabric on your upper arm and rubbing it between his fingers, feeling the softness of it. “Olive green is one of my favorite colors.” Danny’s eyes raised to yours, a tender smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, I don’t like olives,” he said softly. “But I do like this sweater.” as he departed to go get ready himself, it felt like he had finished his sentence early. If he had continued, he would’ve let slip that he possibly only liked it because it was on you.

While he stood under the steaming water of the shower, Danny questioned why he had just done that. He felt a quick friendship budding with you, that was for sure, but to flirt like that with no audience wasn’t a part of his job description. It just happened, he hadn’t even realized he was touching your sweater or standing that close until he was walking away, leaving you to stare at his retreating back.

You were doing your best to busy yourself in the living room, putting the empty coffee mugs back onto the tray, wiping up any crumbs of the table, even though you knew housekeeping would be in to straighten up. Danny was a very, very good actor, you decided. A method actor, who had to stay in some form of character in order to properly perform when the time came.

When he was ready, you and Danny headed out, his hand sliding into yours in the hallway swinging slightly between the both of you as you walked. There was no need for assistance down the stone steps in your sneakers, but he made sure to slow his gait as you both descended.

Mike, Gavin, and the other groomsmen were already downstairs, a small, black van idling in front of the doors. Olivia was standing next to Mike, doing her best not to glare at Gavin as the two men spoke.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” Mike grinned, waving Danny over. Danny let go of your hand as Olivia cut through them, coming to stand by you.

“Thanks for inviting me, this will be more fun than playing by myself.” Danny thanked Mike, before being introduced to a few groomsmen he didn’t get to meet at the dinner before.

“I was thinking we could go into town while they’re out golfing.” Olivia turned to you. “I need a few things I forgot back home and my mom is already driving me insane.”

“Sure, I just have to run upstairs and grab my bag.” you replied, motioning back towards the room.

“Danny, did you do this on purpose?” Tom, one of the groomsmen, laughed. “Your socks match her sweater!” Looking down, you realized Danny had adorned his long legs with argyle socks, patches of olive green in the pattern.

“It’s for good luck,” Danny wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into his side, looking up at his grin. His crooked smile charmed everyone around him, and you found yourself included under its spell. “Matching my girl makes me play better.”

“Sure it does.” Mike patted Danny’s arm with a laugh. “We should get going, our tee time is in an hour.” Danny squeezed you closer before pulling back a little.

“A kiss for even better luck?” his hazel green eyes sparkled down at you and you couldn’t help the small smile and nod you gave him back. You hopped up onto your tiptoes, pressing your lips against Danny’s before he pressed back, holding your cheek to keep you in place a few seconds longer.

“C’mon lover boy!” Danny pulled away with a laugh, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, honey.” he winked back at you as he walked out the front doors, leaving you standing there with a breathless feeling.

“Damn, he’s good.” you murmured to yourself, forgetting Olivia was right next to you.

“Yeah he is,” she agreed, a smirk on her face as she watched you.. “Go get your bag and drink some water, babe. We’ll leave in ten.” nodding, you went back upstairs to grab your purse. Meeting Olivia back downstairs, she ushered you into Mike’s sports car, and whisked you off to town. The small town was straight out of a hallmark movie, the street lamps done up for the nearing autumnal season with warm white lights and fall leaf garlands wrapped around them. Everyone on the streets seemed to know one another, stopping for a chat or smiling pleasantly.

You and Olivia popped in and out of a few stores, gathering some last minute items, various spools of white threads in case something tore on her dress or veil, inserts for her heels she’d be in most of the day, anything and everything Olivia was starting to panic about. Stopping off at one of the small diners for lunch, you recounted the items on the list she rattled off in the car, trying to see what was left.

“I wonder how the boys are doing,” Olivia cut you off, pushing the grilled chicken from her salad around the plate with her fork.

“Well, they’re probably a few beers in and having trouble seeing the tees.” you laughed under your breath, remembering the time Mike and Gavin came back from a golf day with the guys plastered. “If that group makes all eighteen holes, I’d be impressed.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Olivia giggled. “But I was talking more in terms of getting along.”

“Why wouldn’t they get along?” you turned up from your phone, marking off one of the last items you knew you had gotten on the notes app. Olivia narrowed her eyes at you, pursing her lips to keep from smiling.

“Because, Mike told me Gavin thinks Danny is a prick.”

“What?!” your mouth fell open in shock. “They’ve spoken to each other once!”

“Well apparently, Gavin tried to talk to Danny at the bar last night, and he completely ignored him.” Olivia shrugged. “Said he was trying to congratulate him on getting a girl like you.” you rolled your eyes so hard, you nearly severed your optic nerve. “I know, I don’t believe it at all.”

“Gavin went up to Danny and tried giving him advice about me,” you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Told him that he was surprised we lasted as long, that I was boring and to try and cut his losses early.”

“I swear to god,” Olivia was fuming across the table. “When I get my hands on that piece of shit-”

“Danny took care of it.” you told her. “He told him to drop it and from the looks on their faces when I came up, I’m pretty sure Danny scared him a little.”

“Good, that bastard deserves to be scared.” Olivia stabbed the piece of chicken now. “I don’t know what Mike sees in that man.”

“Beats me,” shrugging you picked up a fry from the plate you were sharing with Olivia, dragging it through the ketchup on your plate. “I’m sure nostalgia is clouding how different they’ve become.”

“Oh for sure,” Olivia agreed, finally eating more of her salad. “Speaking of Danny, I want to know more.” you froze internally. Olivia was never one for simple, non-invasive questions. No, she was a true interrogator. If she could waterboard answers out of people, you felt that she fully would.

“Like what?” Now it was Olivia who rolled her eyes.

“Everything! What’s he really like? He’s in a band, are they any good? You’ve kept me in the dark and I need to know everything!!” you felt a pang of guilt twist your stomach when Olivia said that. Lying to her was hard, she was your best friend, the biggest secret you’d ever kept from her was her birthday and Christmas presents.

“His band is really good,” you nodded, the fibs starting to flow through your teeth. “They’re a rock band, so talented.”

“You’ll have to send me their stuff, I’d love to hear it.” Olivia smiled, her eyes wide and sparkling. “Oh! We should go to one of their shows together! When I get back from my honeymoon!”

“That’d be great!” you faked a grin. You wouldn’t know Danny anymore after the wedding, there was no chance of that. “Um, I mean I don’t know what to say, he’s just…he’s really great, Liv.” your friend leaned forward, lowering her voice.

“Okay, but how is he?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Liv!”

“Oh come on, I know all about Gavin’s dick and how that was, give me something good!” she whined. “I’m about to be with the same penis for the rest of my life, I need to live vicariously through you!” Blushing, you sighed. What Olivia took as you trying to decide where to start first, was you trying wrap your head around talking about sex with a man that you had only kissed twice, and were never going to go farther with.

“He’s incredibly…attentive.” you finally answered. “I have no complaints.”

“Oh come on!” Olivia pressed, stomping one of her feet under the table. “You have to give me more than that!”

“Liv, really, I…” you pursed your lips together. “He’s different…he cares, and he’s good. I’ve never been with anyone like him.” Olivia grinned, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

“One day I will get a full play-by-play out of you.” she replied, snatching a fry off the shared plate. “He must really be something if you of all people aren’t giving me every sinful detail.”

“He is,” you smiled softly. The two of you finished your lunches, heading back out to the shops for the afternoon, finishing off the list and shopping for fun. The ride back to the vineyard was filled with anticipation. You were excited and nervous to see Danny, not knowing how he’d take the conversation you and Olivia had at lunch, but hoping he would laugh, especially at the way you blew it off.

You and Olivia had just started walking from the car back to the stone manor when the van with the men pulled up. They were loud, as soon as the doors opened to let them out, and they spilled out, laughing and talking excitedly with one another. You saw Danny, who looked to have a new hat from the golf course on his head, with his arm around Thomas’ shoulders as they spoke to one another, and you smiled, glad he was getting along with them.

“Baby!” Mike waved at Olivia once he spotted her. At his voice, Danny looked over, an excited grin on his face. Before you could register it, Danny sprinted across the parking lot to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground.

“I played the best game I’ve played in years!” he cheered. Your hands clasped his strong shoulders as he spun you around in circles.

“I’m glad!” you laughed, your legs wrapped around his waist as he stopped turning, adjusting his hold on you. Reaching up, he took the hat off of his head, plopping it on you. It smelled of new materials and a little bit of sweat, mixed with the shampoo and conditioner Danny used that morning.

“All because of that good luck kiss, honey.” he said softer, before turning to the guys. “You all made fun of me, but who got the best score?” The guys all waved him off, but Danny had turned back to you before he even saw. “I need one before every round from now on.”

“I think you’re a little tipsy, Danny.” you laughed softly as he hoisted you up, feeling you fall a little.

“Maybe, I had a few rounds to celebrate my win.” he shrugged.

“You guys are back in just enough time to sober up for dinner.” Olivia laughed as Mike swayed her back and forth. Danny set you down, sliding his hand into yours as you both walked into the building. “Let’s go, you smell like beer and sweat.”

“A day well spent!” Mike cheered, causing the other guys to cheer in agreement. You laughed as Danny joined in, his eyes glimmering. You and Danny parted ways with the others and headed to your room, where he immediately kicked off his golf shoes.

“That was so fun,” Danny laughed, sitting on the arm of the couch, letting himself fall back. His long legs dangled over the arm, and you shook your head. “Gavin sucks at golf, if it’s any consolation.”

“You know what? It is.” you came around the back of the couch, looking down at Danny, who had his eyes closed, hands laid flat over his chest and abdomen, thumping out a beat that was in his head. “You’ll never guess what Olivia and I talked about today.”

“What?”

“Our sex life.”

“Hmm?” Danny sounded confused for a moment, then laughed.”

“Did you tell her I was huge?”

“No! I tried to stay away from that.” you shook your head. “I did tell her I was completely satisfied and had no complaints.” Danny’s eyes opened as he gave you a goofy grin. The green in his eyes melted in with the browns, reminding you of something you couldn’t quite place.

“Glad to hear it,” Danny laughed slightly. “For the record, I’m amazing.”

“Oh you are?”

“Yeah.” Danny closed his eyes and nodded confidently.

“I’ll take your word for it.” moving away from the couch, you went to the bedroom getting your outfit together for dinner. You listened to Danny start to lightly snore from the couch, and you stilled. Mostly so you could slow your movements, not wanting to wake him as he slept off the sun and alcohol. But also because it reminded you of how you’d woken up in the night. You found out you and Danny both tended to sleep on your sides and stomachs, arms under the pillows supporting. You had felt something touch your hand, and jolted out of sleep, though not enough to rouse your bedmate. Danny’s fingers had been grazing yours in his sleep, twitching like he would hold them if not for his unconscious state.

Something about that memory made your stomach flutter, thinking of Danny’s sharp features having been softened by sleep. You were becoming fond of the young man snoozing on the couch. You hoped that the two of you could stay friends after this ruse was over, pretend to break up, maybe even use the band and his traveling as an excuse, and then just be friends.

You were taking the last hot roller out of your hair when Danny entered the bathroom, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“What time is it?”

“Almost half past six,” you answered. “I’m almost done, and then you can hop in the shower before dinner.” Danny nodded, leaning against the doorframe, watching you turn your attention back to your hair. He watched as your fingers gently fixed and primped the smooth, loose curls before you grabbed a can of hairspray and set them in place.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled, watching your cheeks turn pink under the soft blush that was resting on them already.

“Thank you,” your eyes flickered from his reflection in the mirror back to your hair. “I…”

“Yes?” Danny looked at you curiously after you stopped yourself. Taking a breath, you looked back up at his reflection sheepishly.

“I get that you’re here to pretend to be my boyfriend and to be in love with me, but you compliment me even when we're alone.” Danny felt something bubble up in his throat, trying to clear it before he spoke again.

“Is that a problem?”

“No,” you shook your head quickly, and Danny watched as your hair bounced from the movement. “But it’s just….I don’t know, it’s nice, I guess.”

“Well, knowing how Gavin talked about you, I can’t imagine he was doling them out very often.” Danny near-sneered at the mention of Gavin. He had refused to acknowledge the man during the golf outing, opting to get to know the other groomsmen and Mike a bit more. Danny felt his heart sink as your face told him he was right. “Just because this is fake, doesn’t mean my compliments always have to be. You deserve to be told you’re as beautiful as you are, as many times as possible.”

There was a change in Danny’s eyes that you noted, though what it was you couldn’t guess. He stood there for a few more seconds, locking eyes with you before pushing himself off the door frame and walking back out to the living room. You quickly finished your hair and makeup and left the bathroom letting him pass by you to get ready.

“I’ll be done in fifteen, wait for me?”

“Of course.”

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assortedseaglass · 2 years ago

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An Ever Fixed Mark - A Come Back To Me Oneshot

Billy Washington x Ida (OFC)

[Come Back To Me Masterlist]

Warnings: Fluff, smutty thoughts

Word Count: 1.7K

Note: This is a long overdue thank you to @exitpursuedbyavulcan for their support of Come Back To Me. Just a sweet little drabble about my favourite idiots. It follows on from the events of Come Back To Me and contains OCs, so if you aren’t familiar, maybe give that a read first.

If it weren’t for the steady voice of the priest, Billy would have forgotten where he was. Across the altar, illuminated by stream of July light, stood Ida. From the moment Faisal had knocked on his door that morning with a panicked “Ready?”, all Billy wanted was to see her. In a rush of wedding-induced delirium, the morning faded into afternoon and guests were gathering in the little church. She’d glided up the aisle, the little flowergirl in front of her throwing petals on the ground like grenades. The congregation ahed and laughed, but Billy could see only her. From the bouquet of flowers she held, bright sweet peas, roses and lily-of-the-valley to the pink hue of her joy-freckled cheeks, Ida held him enraptured.

The entire service, he had grinned at her like a schoolboy, palms sweating as the exchange of the rings approached. By some miracle (his life had been so full of miracles these last eighteen months) he hadn’t dropped them, placing them tenderly on the Bible and resuming his sentinel behind Faisal, gazing at Ida. Her eyes were glazed with tears now, the breadth of her smile near forcing them to fall. The usually unruly hair had been wrestled into gentle curls that framed her face, a few whisps haloed by the red and blue of the stained-glass window. He knew it was sacrilegious to say it, but she truly was the most beautiful woman there. Billy watched with glee as she took a shuddering breath of anticipation.

“By the power vested in me,” the priest between them held up his hands. “I know pronounce you man and wife. Go in peace. Faisal, you may kiss-” Before the dear man could finish his sentence, Sofia leapt at Faisal, her arms encircling his neck as the crowd cheered with applause. Behind her, Ida’s tears brimmed over as she laughed, the flowergirl holding her hand jumping up and down with glee. Sofia led Faisal down the aisle, smiling proudly and showing off her wedding ring to the crowd. Faisal shook hasty hands with family and friends as he passed, not once losing step with his bride and laughing at her abounding happiness. Ida hurried the flowergirl after them, giggling she tottered behind the bride and groom, waving at the crowd and utterly oblivious to their focus on the newlyweds. Billy held out his arm for Ida and, with a bashful smile, she took it.

“You look amazing,” he whispered in her ear as they made their way to the front of the church. Ida’s eyes drifted downwards, attempting to hide the growing blush with her hair.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Wash.” She nudged his shoulder; it was his turn to blush. “Though I can’t wait to get these pins out of my hair,”

“And I can’t wait to get you out of that dress,” Billy said lowly in the shell of her ear.

If the church has been full to the rafters, then the hotel function suit was bound to burst. Sugar-high children, reminiscing elders and everyone in between spilled from the suit into the summer evening sun. Sofia and Faisal, a glass of champagne in each hand, moved around their loved ones as if gliding on air. Faisal’s parents were regal in their Shalwar kameeze and Anarkali against the sea of linen suits and summer dresses, and Sofia’s parents, with their white-blonde hair and golden skin as beautiful as their daughter’s, spoke to them with glowing pride. Gladness and well wishes filled the air.

“What a beautiful couple,”

“What a gorgeous day,”

Amongst it all, Billy and Ida were the model wedding party, welcoming friends, charming the families and ensuring the day went without a hitch. At least, without Sofia and Faisal knowing. Occasionally, they caught each other’s eye from across the room and beamed. Ida basking in the radiant joy of her best friend’s happiness, Billy at being finally and firmly accepted into this found family. The flowergirl dotted between them, begging Ida to play or Billy to dance. When, after the dinner, she had been beckoned to bed by her parents, she hugged Ida around the knees and gave Billy a wet kiss on the cheek. Ida’s stomach kneaded as she watched him with the little girl. She had just reached out her hand to him, caressing the sun-kissed skin there, when the clinking of spoon against glass rang out. The newlyweds and their parents were seated at the top table, the guests shuffling to their chairs. Ida tucked herself into the crook of Billy’s shoulder, leaning against his chest and inhaled his cologne. Nothing needed to be said; their minds already worked in tandem. Instead, he lazily brought his hand to graze at her waist and watched as Sofia’s father stood to address the crowd.

Ida smiled as he told stories of Sofia as a young girl, her nature vivacious from the moment she took her first breaths. The crowd laughed when tales turned to her time at university, and the arrival of the maid-of-honour in his daughter's life. Ida should have brought seriousness and study, instead their pair of girls partied and drank and somehow passed their exams. Billy pinched her side and Sofia winked at her best friend. The career, the travels, and eventually, Faisal.

“I was convinced the moment that my little girl first smiled up at me, that no-one could be a match for her. No one as brilliant, and bright, and adventurous and fun-loving. I was right.” The crowd chortled. “But then Faisal came along. Faisal with his kind eyes and his kind heart, and I watched as he and my Sofia fell in love. One day, I asked them to help me bring the weekly shop in from the car. An hour it took them. Pausing between each bag to talk. About the weather, the world, their hopes and dreams, what was on telly last night, and I knew as I watched them that he was the man for her.” He placed his hand on Faisal’s shoulder, and the groom patted it with affection. “Love isn’t a rollercoaster, or easy. Sometimes it isn’t even patient or kind. It’s soul-baring, visceral and long. I shan’t give advice to these two, so perfectly suited for a life together. But if I have anything to say it’s this; at the end of it all our hearing goes and we forget the glasses we’ve lost are on our heads. Our skin sags and our minds slow. Marry someone that sees the worst of you, all of you, and thinks the sun shines out your arse regardless.” The crowd laughed and clapped. Ida turned her head to Billy and found he was already watching her. With a wink, he kissed her forehead and raised his glass to toast his friends.

Before either of them new it, the night was drawing in. Sofia and Faisal were dancing at the centre of the room, Robbie Williams’ Angels playing on the decks.

“Wouldn’t be a wedding without it,” Billy whispered to Ida before pulling her close. Her eyes were hazy with champagne, and his own head felt as if it were full of cotton wool. She wrapped her arms around is neck and he was reminded delightfully of school discos, girls and boys stood stiffly apart as they held each other awkwardly in some strange imitation of what they had seen their parents doing. A prepubescent game of grown up. Ida kissed his neck, and Billy would have felt embarrassed about the sweat that fell there if it weren’t for the way he’d heard her inhale his scent.

“I’m done now,” she had said with her head lolling against his shoulder. “I want to get into bed.” Billy rubbed her back soothingly and watched as Faisal dipped Sofia into a kiss.

“Last song. Soon,”

Ida looked up at him. Red bloomed across his cheeks from the heat of the air, the dancing and the alcohol. Since the incident he kept his hair short, but it still managed to stick to his forehead. A long while ago the uncomfortable ties the groomsmen wore had been discarded and his floral buttonhole was lobsided. He looked how she had always known him; frayed at the edges, the young and turbulent life he had already lived playing out across the canvas of him. A hand tapped her shoulder and with difficulty she tore her eyes away from her Billy.

“We’re off,” Sofia pulled Ida into a hug. “Thank you for everything today.”

“Thanks mate,” Faisal clapped Billy on the back and lifted him off the ground in a tight embrace. They laughed together.

“Here,” Sofia pressed something into Ida’s hands and, looking down, she saw it was her bouquet. “I thought about throwing it, but I wanted you to have it.”

Ida raised her eyebrows. “What are you saying, Mrs?” Sofia waggled hers in response, then turned to pull her husband away through the dancers and towards the car waiting to whisk them to their honeymoon. Billy and Ida watched from a distance, his arms still clinging to her hips, as their friends drove away and into married life. No sooner had the car pulled out of the hotel’s dark drive was Ida wrenching Billy towards the door.

“Haven’t we got to help clear up?” He asked, looking at the family and hotel staff packing away chairs.

“We’ve done enough today. I need to get you upstairs, Wash.”

“What for?”

All breath left him. Ida looked over her shoulder, past their entwined hands and into his eyes with a determined and wolfish gaze. “Just you wait.”

Note: The title is from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, which I just adore!

Tagging the old Come Back To Me crew: @jessssica1234 @heimtathurs @bookwyrmsblog @phantomontheinternet @aemonds-wifey @slytherincursebreaker @valerie977 @greenowlfactif @yentroucnagol @schniiipsel @multiple-fandoms-girl @just-emmaaaa @tosiaf @kage-no-sonzai

#ewan mitchell #billy washington #ewan mitchell x reader #trigger point series #come back to me

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vacantgodling · 1 year ago

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i wrote a Ridiculous thing (the narration style is definitely Out There) to poke at red and hel a bit so have… whatever the fuck this is.

gently tagging @void-botanist

If you were to go into any tavern in any village in (country), and asked someone how the Wolf Queen came to be, if you weren’t arrested first, their hushed whispers would vary. Some think she is a trickster sent far from the west, sent by the goodness of light to punish the old king’s wicked ways. “He gambled and lost,” a farmer would tell you. “And couldn’t live with tha shame n’ died. She sits on tha throne now but that throne’s well n’ cursed, and it’d do ya good not to ask more questions than you need to.”

Others would point out that it wasn’t a divine plot; that the king simply wed her, and in doing so he lost. “That’s why you don’t believe things that are too good to be true.” A barmaid would tell you, as she divvied out stew. “Like that rumored half off special. Pay up for your brew.”

Travel further to the east where the cities are grown; tall buildings of stone that kiss against the sky, and they’ll tell you she killed him, it’s as simple as that.

“Drew her talons cross his neck, and can’t be deader than that.”

Still others might blend a variety of the story, until it’s hard to discern, what parts are true and what’s legend; embellishment or propaganda.

The one person you should listen to, if you ask your peruse, is the one who quirks his brow, with a smirk beguiling and slow, simply looks you in the eyes and asks

“What will you pay to know?”

For that, dear reader, is how our story begins. For one Rosmarin Red, bloody scythe in her hand.

The blood dripped onto the tavern floor; plip plip; and yet the tavern raged on around them, as though neither of them spoke at all. From a contract she came, to put food in her stomach and a warm pillow under her head. The killing kind; of course, any one you who earned your ire. Petty mistresses in their beds, or off with landlord’s heads. As such and still, her dead eyes bore holes into this smart mouthed stranger, daring him to oppose.

The man didn’t seem phased; in fact, it’s as though he was expecting her. He leaned on his arms forward, with his boot, kicked out a chair towards her.

“Sit with me awhile.” He said, taking a drought from his cup. “And regale me. The Red Death, I presume?” The petite girl nodded, then dropped her scythe towards the floor, taking hold of the proffered chair in a dealthy tight hold. She eased herself into it, and if you noticed well; there was no clatter from the instrument’s careless discard.

The man knew it as well, still smiling, still sharp minded. He called a waiter up and ordered the young assassin a cup.

“On me.” He said gently, but the sparkle in his eye was knowing. “Who was it who taught you that rhyme?”

“I don’t know.” Red said back. “Not by name.”

“I imagine you kill many who you don’t remember at all?” He asked with a smile hidden into his mug. “No.” She did not smile, nor sip. She continued to bore holes in him; anyone else would squirm stiff. But the man knew his worth, and knew he was valuable at least not to kill, so he relaxed even further, swirling the drink in his hand and contemplating his fill.

“News of you has reached my ears.” He tried for another approach. “Heard you would come looking for me, one day or another.”

“Then you know why I’m here.” The assassin said tersely. “So what do I owe you.” The man clicked his tongue, for the game had just begun.

“Impatience, my dear, is a virtue on occasion. But not now, at least. I’ll offer you a deal—you offer me your finest possession and I’ll give you the answer you seek.”

Red considered this. Considered it well. So hard in fact that it was near dawn when she answered.

“I have no money to offer you, nor children to sell. I have no clothes other than the blood covered ones that hang to my back. No riches, nor connections can this deal between us bring. But I do have myself, and any services you ask of me.”

After saying it soft like a midnight chime, Red pressed her face to the table, hiding her eyes.

“… Please.” She whispered finally, though elaborate she did not. At the heartfelt display, the man would admit he was touched.

“Raise your head, sweet Red, no need to grovel just yet. The night is older than we shall be. Come, I will give you lodgings for the night, and then in the marrow, our exchange we shall write.”

#writing is an art form and i’m getting experimental #ren writing #s: red and hel #it’s supposed to have a sing song kinda cadence but #that’s hard to do outside of my head LMAO #also there are so many typos in this it’s insane LMAO #s: rdof

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slowlyhardgoatee · 2 years ago

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Now, I bet you’re wondering why I brought you over here to my house today, right?

Well, there’s a couple of reasons, Smith. Let’s just say I’ve got a proposition for you.

Firstly, there’s the work situation. You’ve worked for me at my construction business for a long time now, and it doesn’t take a genius to understand why you stick around despite the low pay. Hell, everyone knows you like nothing more than jacking off over a pair of dirty construction overalls and boots in the back workroom. We’ve all seen you doing it. But I’ve noticed that, nine times out of ten, you specifically pick MY overalls and boots. Am I your type, Smith? ‘Yes Boss’, was that? Good. Keep that subservient attitude up, faggot. Oh, that’s your name from now on, by the way. Faggot.

The second reason you’re here is actually to do with my wife. As you probably know, I’m a married man. Been with my wife for just about 30 years, and let me tell you she is a classy lady. Very proper. Now, me, I’m the opposite of her. I’m ex-police, ex-military, hell, even did a stint as a prison guard for a while. Tough work, done by tough men. Thing is, all that testosterone flying around turned me into a 24/7 horn dog. My wife puts out once a month for the most missionary sex possible, and that’s nothing like enough for me. I need my dick sucked several times a day - and she does not suck dick. She said to me, ‘Find someone else if you want that shit’ - so faggot, I’m finding you.

I’m shutting down the construction company. But don’t worry, I’m keeping you on. Your new job is as my personal cocksucker. It’s a full-time, live-in and entirely unpaid position starting immediately. I know you live alone and have no family, so you should have no problem getting started right away. What do you say, faggot?

Atta boy - ‘Yes, Boss’, and dropped straight to your knees. Good faggot. Go ahead and get my cock out. Look at that. Look at the piece of meat that’s gonna be running your fucking life from now on. You want to nurse on it, faggot? Go right ahead.

Fuck yeah, right down the back of your fucking throat. Fuck, that’s a sweet and talented mouth. I’ll be putting it to near-constant use.

Ah - what do you think you’re doing? No no no - hands well away from your cock, faggot. In fact, give ‘em here. There. That’s where your hands belong when you’re sucking your Boss’s cock, faggot - tugging on my fucking nipples. I’ll be locking your cock up in a cock cage first thing in the morning - and you’ll beg me to throw away the key.

Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, you’re gonna be at my beck and call whenever I want. I think to start with, I’ll keep you down here in the basement. But every so often, on special occasions, I’ll take you upstairs and let you suck me in the actual house. Y’know, on my birthday, or our wedding anniversary, or my wife’s birthday, days like that. I’ll always make sure she’s in the house when I take you up there, as well, so she can see first-hand how you satisfy the demands she wouldn’t meet. If my wife won’t give me what I want, I’m happy to make a cuckold out of her in her own living room.

Last thing, faggot - you don’t smoke, do you? No? Good. Nor does my wife. She hates it when I smoke. So - I promise that every time I fuck your mouth up in the house, I’m gonna light up the biggest cigar I can find, and I’m gonna smoke it nice and slowly while you’re servicing my meat. Then, because we can’t have you taking too much pleasure out of your new life of servitude, once you’ve swallowed my cum in front of my cuckold wife, you’re gonna beg me to put my cigar out on your faggot balls. And believe me, faggot, the sound of you screaming and whimpering like a pathetic little bitch is only gonna get me hard all over again.

Now, hold still. I’m gonna blow my load all over your face, bitch. Here it comes, here it… fuuuuucking comes, you CUNT. FUCK. Look at that, dripping all over your face. That’s the first of many, believe me.

What do you have to say to me, faggot?

Yeah, ‘Thank you, Boss’. Good fag. Now clean my cock off for me, and then let’s go upstairs into the house. The wife’s due back from work in about fifteen minutes, and the first thing I want her to see is you begging for my cock in your mouth while I’m smoking. If you’re a good faggot, I might rape you in front of her, too. You like the thought of that, eh? Your Boss’s married seed up your faggot cunt? Yeah, thought you would. Well, you just concentrate on being a good cocksucker, and we’ll see what happens. Now, come on. Up we go. Time for you to get a good feel for your new job.

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that-one-random-writer · 2 years ago

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Chicken Feed Chapter 2

Enemies to lovers/fake marriage (Spy!)Bradley Bradshaw x (Spy!) Reader

Summary: Bradley is on a mission with you, a russian spy, to collect information on the Chinese government. His identity is changed to Miles Teller, yours Jane Teller. Just an all-American newlywed couple on a honeymoon to China.

⚠️- violence, gore, death, smut, smut-ual situations throughout. Government inaccuracies

Chapter 1. Next Chapter. Masterlist

You walked next to Miles. He has both bags carrying them. You walk past people. "Honey, look at the flowers, aren't they pretty?" You smile brightly, walking past them, making sure to speak loud enough for others to hear your endearment.

"Yes, but not as pretty as you." Miles says while entering through the doors you following behind.

You both stood in line, waiting to check in. You didn't want any unnecessary contact. Your arms were comfortably by your side, playing with the strap on your purse.

"Mr. Miles and Mrs. Jane Teller." Miles spoke as the attendant waved you both up.

"Okay..." she trailed typing on the computer. "You two are in suite 64. Here are your key cards." She sat the cards on the counter. "Enjoy your stay." She waved.

"Thank you." You called back with a smile gently across your lips. Your curves rocked back and forth toward the elevator, miles followed behind you.

You both stood in the elevator quietly. The doors open, the hallway is a short walk, you both walk up to the door, and he unlocks it. You rush to the windows, closing them. He closes the door. He picks up a card left with code words written in cursive. "There was an agent here earlier to sweep. It's safe."

You roll your eyes mumbling in Russian something Miles couldn't understand. You walk around with a light that was issued by your agency. It could detect any surveillance. You found a small camera light shining in a cabinet door in the bathroom. You ripped it away and stomped on it on the floor. You saw another in the light above the shower. You raised your middle finger before ripping it from the wire, disabling it, too.

You step out finally paying attention to the room. "Where's the other bed?" You asked quietly, and anger filled your body.

Miles sat on the bed that was covered in rose petals. The honey moon suite was littered with roses and hearts. It would be beautiful in any normal circumstance. "We are married. They weren't going to get a room that makes us look like we aren't sleeping together. I don't want to be anywhere near you, don't worry, I'm not going to put one finger on your side." He said, pulling his glasses off and sitting them on the bedside table.

"Are you sure you wont try anything? Your agency seemed incredibly interested in my shower routine. Maybe you'll get to watch when you get back." Your voice low, making sure not to be heard through the walls. You tossed the camera at him, more Russian words exiting your lips. Miles knew they would be curses towards American men, more specifically his agency.

"I didn't know about that shit. I didn't set it up. I dont want anything to do with you. I just want to get this mission over with so I can get the hell away from the crazy Russian woman who wants me dead." He whispered aggressively.

"I don't care if you live. It's different." You mumble out.

A knock sounded at the door. "Room service."

Miles grabbed your waist, standing up tall in front of you. He leaned down with his other hand placed on your cheek as if he had just finished kissing you. "Come in." He called to the room service.

"Is it just the love birds?" The maid asked, closing the door behind her.

"Yes, just the newlyweds." He looked up at the maid.

"Good. You two need to get ready for the wedding." Miles released you knowing this was an agent.

"Wedding? You have to be fucking kidding me." Your voice straining against the anger and accent mixture.

"Don't tell me... We aren't..." Miles grabbed his forehead, sitting back on the bed.

"Miles, your tux is downstairs being prepared. Jane, your dress is in a dressing room with a makeup crew. They aren't all agents, so be aware of what you say."

"Are there cameras in the dressing you too?" You roll your eyes at the agent.

"Negative. Here are your vows. You both met at work in San Francisco. Miles, you were an airline pilot, Jane. You were a flight attendant. You both hit it off on a flight. Go get dressed. The wedding is at sunset. The after-party will have agents and civilian crashers, so watch your language." The maid then left, leaving you alone again in your own irritation with Miles.

"I swear to God, if you use tongue, you will be found dead in the morning." You snarled.

"Only in my worst nightmares." He spits back.

You grab your essentials from your purse and leave it locked in your luggage. You walk out the door being met with a pair of women.

"Come on, we came up to get you ready for the big day." The brunette said.

You smiled happily at the two. "I'm very excited. Let's go." Your voice taking the American sounds.

The two women talked about their plans as the elevator door closed, taking you down to the lobby.

Miles got up, putting his glasses back on. He groaned quietly, walking towards the door. He opened the door, and a smile gleamed from his lips, teeth showing the joy.

"Miles, sir. Follow me we have your tux ready." The man walked towards the elevator and stepped on with the 'happy' to be married man.

You sat in the salon chair. "Your fiance is so handsome. I know you're so happy." The stylist was an agent she was aware of the wig. She began pulling back strands carefully to style your hair. The makeup artists did your makeup while you sat back.

"I am very excited. I can't wait. I'm going to be married to my best friend." You spoke softly like an American woman.

"He is very cute. How did you two meet?" Your makeup artist who wasn't an agent asked.

"We met at work. He was an airline pilot. I was a flight attendant. We fell in love." You smiled at the artist.

"Wow, I need to switch jobs." She giggled.

Miles stood in front of the mirror. He adjusted his collar. "You're a lucky man. Your fiance is gorgeous." The man helped Miles tie his tie.

"Yes, she is gorgeous and kind. She's the one you know?" Miles spoke politely to the man.

"Oh I know. My woman drives me crazy, but I wouldn't change a thing. She is the love of my life." The man said finishing up Miles' tie.

You were left in the dressing room. You grabbed your light and searched quickly, not finding anything you got in your white dress. It hugged your curves. It was a beautiful dress. You walked out, allowing your stylist to help tie the corset in the back. Once she finished, you looked in the mirror. Your face showed pure love and joy. No one could see the fake behind your eyes. Your mind was far from joy. You watched the white dress dazzle in the lights. You were fighting the pain of seeing the wedding dress attached to your body. This should have been you a few years ago. Sadly, your fiance passed in the line of duty. A single tear fell down your cheek.

"Aww honey you're gorgeous. Don't cry I know it's so much when you finally marry your true love." Your make up artist hugged you close.

You accepted the hug because that's the American thing to do. "Thank you. Yes I've just been dreaming of this day my whole life." That was the one truth you told the woman.

Miles stepped out into hall. He heard music fill the outside behind the door. The doors opened and a smile grew on his face as he walked down the aisle.

Faces of agents and uninformed civilians all smiled back as he walked down into place. Bridesmaids and groomsmen stood at the front in place.

The sun just peaked over the mountains shades of pink and orange layered the sky as beautiful as a perfected acrylic painting. The crowd shifted standing up as the music faded into a soft piano instrumental. Miles' eyes peered to the opening door. You stood in your dress your leg poking through the high slit as you stepped out. Your 'father' led you down. Miles chucked softly seeing his commander lead you down the aisle. Miles' met your eyes. He wiped his cheek wiping a tear from his face. His agent level acting kicking in. You were beautiful he couldn't deny that.

The sun reflected from your cheeks as they raised in fake joy for the occasion. Another tear slipping free. You quickly patted it away. This took you back to thoughts of your ex. He was the life of the party. He was an agent, and was very serious when it came to his job but when he was away from the job it was a different world. Memories filtered through your brain of the dancing in the kitchen then when he would hold you talking about all the future held for you two. A piece of you died with him.

You stood in front of Miles, taking the last step. The officiant started his speech. People sat and listened.

You pulled out your vows when prompted. "Miles, you are the love of my life. Every flight we took felt like we were climbing closer to heaven. Every second we are together, my love for you grows. I want the rest of my life to be with you. I will forever be yours." Your voice shaky with nerve but still Americanized.

Miles pulled out his vows. "Jane, when you started working with me. It was like my life finally came together. Everything set in place, I want my entire life to be with you. I want everything with you. You will forever be my clover."

There is was. A tear slipped down your cheek, and another fell on top of that one. You pulled yourself together. The word clover sent you over the edge. You were clawing back up successfully.

The officiant mentioned the rings. Miles pulled two boxes out of his pocket and handed you the box with his ring. Miles opened his box he pulled out a small dainty ring. "Do you, Miles, take Jane to be your lawfully wedded wife as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Miles spoke softly looking in your eyes slipping the ring on your finger.

"Do you, Jane, take Miles to be your lawfully wedded husband as long as you both shall live." The officiant directed his attention to you.

"I do." Your hands shook slightly as you slipped the ring on Miles' finger.

"I now pronounce you man and wife." The officiant had happiness written across his face. "You may now kiss the bride."

Your mind played with reality. When the name clover hit your brain, it was starting to fuzz everything around you. Visions of your ex slipped in.

Miles grabbed your waist and kissed you softly. He started to pull back, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back in. You were desperate to make this kiss last. You could feel your ex again. It was the most painful pleasure you've ever felt. You finally pulled away. Everyone cheered. Miles grabbed your hand absolutely confused on what the fuck that was but unable to show it. He walked you down the aisle hand in hand together as one.

You both turned into a room. The room was filled with music, food, and a cake.

He would have to wait to ask. There was a reception being held in the pairs honor. At least he could have a little fun tonight.

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