#but I had to cut that short too and told him to find a destination on his

[forbidden-interlude]

I saw a post that said “if I’m hungry … ain’t shit funny and everybody ugly”

[sky-is-the-limit]

'I make guarantees.'

Phillip Graves x F!Reader

Summary: As a member of the TF141, it comes naturally to be aggravated by Phillip Graves. Pair that with every fiber of your body, mind and soul desiring him, and you have a ticking bomb ready to explode. Basically, porn without plot.

CW: Angry sex, jealousy, possessiveness, degradation, violent/explicit language, mention of blood (minor), unprotected sex.

WC: 4,712 words (oops)

Notes: I'm not a writer!

Phillip Graves was no ordinary man. He was the sort to blaze through your soul like a wildfire, allow you to feel the kind of passion and intensity you only find between the lines of a fantasy tale and then leave ashes behind, forever engraved in your skin.

As if sensing his gaze, you turned to look at Phillip. You only spared him a passing glance though, smirking just before turning back to laugh at a joke Johnny told, too crest for the other man's tastes.

This was the second mission where you had to collaborate with the Shadow Company for a more effective outcome, meaning you had to be in his overwhelming presence once more. Someone outside watching in would think that you hated each other, whenever you'd interact. You always tested his limits, toed every line that you could cross with every action, with every takedown.

Perhaps you did, deep inside. Hated him for igniting feelings in you so intense that would only resonate to you either banging your head against a wall or let him fuck you against one.

Phillip showed his interest straight away, from the very first interaction the two of you had during your first mission, his arrogance and cockiness oozing out of him as though he had no ordinary blood running through his veins. Pair that with the way he was talking to Johnny, the closest squad member to you, you had to turn down his advances, which unsurprisingly, hurt his fragile ego and ever since, all remarks exchanged between the two of you were like bullets destined to kill.

Once more, you found yourself in the common area of your temporary base, left alone to face him. Your leisure time of listening to Soap's silly dad jokes and good conversation over coffee was cut short when Phillip walked in.

Johnny did not have the patience to ignore him and his snarky comments that he had to physically get away from him, and you did not blame him one bit. Was it your pride or something else forbidding you from exiting right after?

''It's pathetic really.'' His posture was starker than usual, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips tight as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Though you had your back turned on him, you could feel his gaze devouring you whole.

The abruptness startled you, but keeping your composure, you set your coffee down on the table and turned to look at him.

''Your entire existence? I know.'' The words came out in a furious rush and you felt a bead of sweat drip down your back under your black shirt. It was a nasty habit, at that point. You couldn't even finish one argument without starting another and the one brewing was the second one that day.

''How you flirt with him to get my attention, Y/N.'' Phillip's voice was low and irritated, and it set your emotions ablaze, a roaring inferno within your mind. 

“Of course, because it's always about you. I definitely talk to my squad member specifically to get your attention, silly me.'' The minute he walked in, you prepared yourself for this. It would be abnormal for an interaction between the two of you to not turn into an argument.

''He's so boringly predictable that I caught you looking at me at least 50 times. Go on though, I do enjoy the show.'' Arrogance was dripping off his tongue like second nature, along with that all familiar smirk that made your insides hurt.

''Don't you ever get tired of hearing your own voice, Graves? Or do you get off of ticking every box in the 'how to be a perfect narcissist' list?'' You shrieked, hating the way your voice came out your throat but the way in which he threw his shoulders back and laughed in a cruel tone made you see red.

Suddenly he was much closer, leering down at you. It wasn't clear to know who moved first, or who would next.

''Me? A narcissist? You're the one who wants every man's attention on you.'' He growled lowly and stood to full height, his demeanor making you swallow thickly as he loomed closer and stared you down. Out of habit you straightened your spine, lips curling back into a scowl.

''Shut your fucking mouth, Graves-" The blood running through your veins was pumping hot, you wanted to pour it out and paint everything around you red, so it matched the fury riding you with every word he threw in your way. Phillip's response didn’t ease you any.

''Is that what you did to earn your spot hm? Fuck your way to the top?'' His tone dripped with scorn as he responded to you, his words carrying an edge sharper than a sword.

''Say that again, Graves. I fucking dare you.'' Spitting the words with teeth bared, and fists clenched as you circled each other, you poked at his chest firmly, the muscles twitching beneath your fingertips.

Your gaze met his with stubborn defiance, nearly ready to just explode and punch him. Maybe that would make you feel better, knocking some sense into his enormous ego.

There was nothing you despised more than another man undermining your career and progress, belittling you as if you were not greater than all of them combined when holding a sniper riffle in your hands.

What made it worse, was that you knew Graves was doing that to get a reaction out of you, to push your buttons without meaning a single word pouring out of his mouth. It was a facade, you knew that. The first thing he ever said to you, was to compliment your skills, which made his intention even more infuriating.

''You could try that with the Shadow Company next, I promise to give you a higher rank if you use that mouth-'' It was as though your hand had a brain of it's own, moving automatically with force to meet with his cheek and the corner of his mouth, leaving the tender skin red to the touch and the corner of his bottom lip reddening with drops of blood.

''Is that all you got?'' He mocked, his voice gravelly as his fingers wrapped around your wrist tightly, preventing you from moving an inch. Your anger dissipated in the favor of fear the very second you saw his expression.

You were volatile and explosive, but that's how you craved it, and even then, your desire to be fucked by him had trumped all your wrath, in fact, your rage had just heightened it. It was pure madness and the was no rational explanation to it nor that you cared to find one.

Glowering, hands itching to hit him once more, you turned on your heel, aiming for the door and intending to get black-out drunk with Simon as you assumed that he was downing his fifth beer by then, when he grabbed you by the back of your neck and hauled you against him.

You struggled, clawing and scratching his arms as they banded around you and held you trapped. He was chuckling in your ear, you could feel how turned on he was, and your inner voice was crooning that you got just what you wanted, but you ignored it. You wanted to fight yet your body had something entirely different in mind while a flow of slick started to soak up your panties as Graves pressed his manhood into you.

''You fucking-'' The thoughts running wild through your mind interrupted your own words, the ebb and flow of your gazes intensifying by the second though it felt like an eternity of his blue eyes piercing through your soul like he could sense every filthy fantasy hiding behind them. You didn't dare to move and in the end, you didn't have to.

You were both breathing heavily, tension wrought to the extreme as you were staring at each other, not really fathoming how you ended up like this. It was pure excitement, trepidation, like you were desperately waiting for something to happen.

This was the culmination of whatever instinctive, subconscious game the two of you had been playing from the very first mission you'd embarked on collaborating with him, a game of push and push between the two of you until the breaking point.

Graves pushed forward, his lips brutally meeting your own. He bit down on them, hard and cruel, loving the cry you whimpered out as he savored you whole. His hand moved from the side of your head to the back of it, tugging the hair there to tilt your head to his.

The agony was a pleasure as you reciprocated his intoxicating kiss, angry and violent as you teared at his lips. Your sharp teeth aggravated the wound on his lip, and you tasted blood on your tongue.

''Fucking brat-'' He instantly pulled back, his fingers grasping your jaw to keep you in place.

You shivered at his words, a new heat blooming over every surface of your body. Your cheeks tingled and you squirmed in his grip, squeezing your thighs together as you calculated your next move carefully.

"You're such a bastard!" You quirked your head as you breathlessly yelped, almost fearlessly before sliding your arms free of his hold and threaded them into his hair before pulling him in to capture another kiss, hotter and even more passionate than the last.

Phillip responded in an instant, letting his tongue slide against yours, hungrily whilst he tangled his free hand in your hair, gripping painfully, deepening the kiss, like it could be the last thing he ever does.

Your body seemed to burst into a flame of mingled rage and lust, and you knew he felt the same from the desperate, almost angry growl he made the sensation overwhelmed you both. 

Sinking your nails into his scalp, you pressed your hips hard against his erection, feeling him gasp into your mouth before lifting his head to take another look at you, his fingertips never leaving your jaw.

Phillip licked his lips unconsciously as he stared down at you, but before you could say anything, he had brought his face once more closer to yours, his eyes half-lidded and full of desire.

''And you're a fucking slut.'' Once more your hand was lifted in the air, intending to slap him for a second time, but he caught it as it swung for his face and took hold of your other before you could attempt it again. With one swift move, he maneuvered your body around and pinned both of your wrists in a firm grip behind your back before your brain could catch up to what was happening.

Head shaking, arms straining as you tried to break out of his hold, huffing and giving in when he only held onto you tighter, walking both of you closer to the wall, pressing your front hard against it. Panting, furious, your heartbeat thundered somewhere in your throat. The Commander's form was a solid taut weight caging you in, imposing, all muscle, a hard line of his desire against your lower back.

''Someone needs to fuck that attitude out of you, Y/N.'' The words made your toes curl and your hips arch, betraying how desperate you looked, splayed out on his command center for his pleasure. The side of his face was so close to yours that you could feel him breathing down on you, his lips at the shell of your ear.

The other hand that wasn’t currently wrapped around your wrists moved to hold your jaw, squeezing tightly to the point of discomfort.

Briskly, he released your arms, spinning around to pounce on the man before you and quickly pressed your back against the wall once more so you can be chest to chest.

''And that's gonna be you, Graves?'' You met his fire with your own, staring unflinchingly into the heated pools of stormy sea. The question was as close to begging as your pride would allow.

''No one else can. No one else can fuck you the way you deserve but me, soldier.'' He stated, face lowering to yours and his tone low and menacing, the promise of retribution sent shivers down your spine.

The grotesque snarl of words should have made you put him in his place, despise of the outcome. Any other day you would have, but instead, your body had different plans.

''Is that a threat, Commander?'' You croaked out, a smirk settling on your face. How you managed to still be coy in a situation where you knew you had no power was insane and the look on his face confirmed it as his fingers around your jaw grew tighter and you winced in pain. 

''Oh, I don't make threats, Sergeant. I make guarantees.'' There was that deep chuckle again. The one that vibrated up his throat until it bubbled out to bless your ears and slither goosebumps down your spine.

Darkly, he challenged your moral compass that was screaming for you to get away from his intoxicating presence. The smirk formed on his lips was wicked, provocative. The prey was finally caught.

''Let's see how far your arrogance can take you then, Commander.'' With a hint of sarcasm, you challenged him back, deliberately imbuing his title with a sensual cadence. His skin was flushing to you calling him by his rank, a blotchy red slowly encroaching from his throat to his cheeks. It was an interesting kind of power to have over someone. 

For a few seconds he just stared you down, eyes adapting the darkest shade of blue. The sensation simmering down in your abdomen was quickening the pace of your heartbeat trying to burst out of your ribcage in a mingle of fear and arousal. It was taking over every single nerve in your body and there was no way of stopping it, not that you desired to.

With a quick use of his brute strength he hoisted you up, having you scrambled to wrap your legs around his waist while his hands moved to your ass to hold you up.

''You won't even comment on the fact that someone could walk in right now and see you in such a mess, Y/N?'' Phillip murmured gravelly, his lips biting the soft skin of your throat intending to break the skin as he was backing you closer to the table behind you, quickly hoisting you to sit on it. He settled between your legs, hands gripping just above your knees.

''God, you must be so fucking desperate for it, huh?'' He was right, of course. The possibility of someone walking in was more than enough to let shame start creeping in your system and yet all it took was one look at his face. The way the moonlight was shining through the window to define his cheekbones even more, experience visible through the wrinkles decorating the corners of his eyes as they stared into your soul.

''You're taking your sweet time with this, Graves. I'm starting to think that you're all bark and no bite.'' You can’t help the smug smile that spread across your lips as you saw the flare of anger flash in his eyes, finding the way he was so quick to be irritated, quite fascinating.

That little defiant glint still sat in your eyes, and he was absolutely determined to remind you who was in charge by the end of the night.

"Oh, I'll show you how I bite.'' He growled, thrusting his clothed erection against your center, a loud whimper escaping your lips to the friction. 

Gasping, you felt his lips leaving a wet trail down the length of your jaw before he settled in the hollow beneath your ear, an erogenous zone he’d discovered, devoting his attentions there. All your body could do in response was cling to him, mewls and sighs falling haphazardly from your lips.

“I dream about your cunt,” He stated, lifting his head up, smoldering eyes locked on yours as your elbows struggled to keep your balance against the wooden surface.

"How it feels.  How it looks.  How it tastes. I dream of fucking ruining you till you can't move to save your life." Every filthy word out of his mouth was a direct attack to your throbbing core as he maneuvered your hips upwards to yank the fabric of your jeans down to your ankles, legs exposed to the cool air of the stone room.  Your gaze followed his, eyes glued hungrily on the obvious wet spots in your panties.

''Fuck- Do it then.'' Clearly, you weren't thinking when your mouth formed the words, "Fucking do it, already-" But it was spoken harshly between the ragged breaths of your desire, and it was all the invitation he needed.

"You're not the one who gets to make commands here," He growled, taking a sinful pride in the drawn out whimper that he had dug out from you.

''Pathetic.'' And so he lifted one of those large hands to your face and pressed his thumb into your mouth, the pad of it resting on your bottom row of teeth as he dragged your jaw down, forcing your mouth wide open.

Trembling with a sudden onslaught of unexpected arousal at having someone else's fingers between your lips, feeling the flutter in your soaked cunt again only this time it was more intense, fiercely with your legs shaking to the sensation.

Your hands moved on their own as Graves' thumbs pressed deeper into your mouth, gliding and pressing at your tongue as you slid them down the length of his body, feeling every defined muscle underneath his blue shirt, going lower and lower, until you were curving one palm around the shape of the Commander's cock confined within his dark shaded jeans.

Impatience took over you, lifting the hem of your shirt, hastily tugging the fabric up and throwing it to the side and before you could touch him again, his hands were at your sides, sliding over the mounds of your breasts and then there was another tug and a louder ripping sound as he teared your bra at the front.

His own pupils, now blown with a heated desire, locked into your glazed expression. Having his fingers toy with your mouth earlier had already caused a small string of saliva to run down your chin and he couldn't help the smirk starting to flicker onto his lips. He had barely started to touch you and you already looked all sorts of fucked up. 

Your outrage couldn't even register before his warm mouth was on your skin, sucking at your nipples, pinching and biting and rubbing the soothing pad of his thumb over each one after any rough treatment. The chill of the night air was an electrifying contrast to the warmth of his mouth and hands as you were openly moaning and writhing to the way he massaged and teased every inch of nakedness before him.

''Me or you?'' You hum innocently to his previous remark as you pressed your palm against him, stroking the long line of heat firmly, and he hissed as his hips bucked forward just as desperately, his hands suddenly coming up to catch both of your wrists, bringing them down to your sides, the grip just tight enough to sting.

Indignation flashed in those midnight blue eyes. There was something off from his normal heated gaze. This look he was giving you was more than just argumentative, more than just fired up. It was absolutely primal. The heat had shifted. While usually he was more reminiscent of a volcano during an eruption, now he seemed to be the moments before, it was a slow heat. Dangerous. 

"I'm not in the mood for games.'' Graves breathed heavily, bending over you to nip at your lips before hearing the sound of his belt touching the ground to finish what you started, freeing himself.

You couldn't tear off your eyes from the obscene sight in front of you as he took himself in one hand while the other came to rest high on your thigh, his thumb brushing against your core, tantalizingly close. He stroked himself once, twice, pressing himself against you and pausing for a moment, just long enough for you to grow restless.

He sighed, the sound more like a growl than anything, steam escaping from his nose.

''I should've done this a long time ago.'' He ripped your legs apart, tugging onto your dripping underwear until it was on the ground, grunting as your slick coated his fingers before he rubbed his cock against your entrance. Every part of your body tightened, a bare spark of pleasure almost exciting you when his cockhead scraped your clit.

You couldn't believe that someone you absolutely despised was giving you some of the best pleasure you'd ever felt. Wanton moans fell from your lips as he jackhammered your cunt. His hand tangled in your hair and yanked your head back.

''You like that hm? You like being treated as a little slut?'' His voice was raspy and full of lust before he pushed forward, drawing all air from your lungs with a loud yelp as he buried himself deep inside you.

''Commander-'' Despite your efforts, the call was loud, urgent. He didn’t start slowly. He was rough, punishing, desperate, taking you with everything he had, as though he was claiming you right where anyone could walk in to see it.

Phillip sped up his pace exponentially, sweat breaking out across his forehead. ''Answer me-'' You became a boneless mess under the power of his ruthless thrusting, slamming into you with such force that you were sure there would be bruises where his hip bones met yours tomorrow.

''Fuck- Yes, damn you!'' You mewled loudly, then covered your mouth with one hand, fearful of passersby. He pulled your hand away, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up into his eyes as he took you against the shaking table.

''I can tell by the look on your face." He said gruffly. ''You can’t get enough of me can you?'' You placed your forehead on his shoulder, embarrassed to look at him.

''Look at me, Y/N.'' He said in response to this. You slowly looked back at him. ''Good girl.'' He muttered, grabbing your hips and pounding into you.

His hips bucked slowly, riding his twitching length inside your warm folds as he withheld his own noises. ''Beg for it, go on." He gave a firm, sharp smack to your ass, gripping on it tightly whilst using the sound to hide the low groan he released.

He didn't want to hold back any longer, but he refused to let you have your way, especially when you were already so close to come undone under his touch. Your dripping cunt was leaking onto him with every deliberate thrust, letting him glide in and out with ease.

He hunched back over you , pressing his chest down onto you as much as he could without breaking his hold on your arms. "Fucking beg-" He gave a feral groan before sliding out of you without the intention of going back in. A strangled whine escaped you, once again, jerking your hips back against him, trying to provoke him, to get him inside, get him to continue, anything. He refused to relent.

"Whimpering doesn't count, doll." He whispered against your ear. His tone is hard, unyielding. Prick.

His stubbornness was torturous for the both of you. It was a battle to see who could break their composure first and he was about to go fucking berserk. Eventually, you lost it. It wasn't until he had pulled back and dragged his tip to the entrance of your sopping cunt once more that he finally heard you gasping a loud breath as he slowly prodded against the heat.

"Please- Fuck, just- please!'' Your desperate response seemed to please him enough, the sudden build-up of pressure and heat in your body was allowed to be released as his length was quick to plunge into your body, sending the entire table to lurch backwards slightly.

The sounds coming out of your mouth were obscene, not really caring that the two of you were doing such a private thing in a place that anyone could walk into at any moment.

He was not gentle, or tender but you hadn’t expected Phillip fucking Graves to be that. His thrusts came fast and hard as he took his pleasure cause that was what he thrived in. Take and take and take, though you gave gladly, growling out praise in ragged whispers that you couldn't barely grasp.

You grabbed tightly onto his shoulders, screaming out in delight as he fucked you into you in a brutal. You felt your legs tingle and your mind go numb. All you could focus on was the warm feeling in your stomach, the bundle of nerves within you going crazy.

The hot tears continued to pour down your cheeks with each merciless thrust ripping through your body as your teeth pierced the soft skin of your lip, the taste of iron touching your taste buds whilst the wet slaps of his body against yours filled the room, accompanying the pain shooting through your core.

''Crying? Is this too much for you, baby?'' There was sarcastic, mock-disappointment in his tone, the repetitive press into you and the wonderfully satisfying stretch of his cock only deepening the catharsis of the intimacy you were sharing with him.

He grabbed your hips and started pounding you with newfound vigor. You could feel yourself clenching around him. It wouldn't be long before you peaked. You dipped a hand between your legs and started rubbing your clit, willing the moment to come faster. You closed your eyes and sighed, both in pleasure and exasperation.

''Too good- Commander-'' This time, you needed no further prompting and there wasn’t a single hint of brattiness in your tone as you submitted to his request fully, whining for him. Waves of ecstasy pulsed through your body, overwhelming you. Noises you didn't recognize poured out of your lips as your body began to spasm and convulse around him.

''That's my fucking girl.'' His last words came out in a rough growl as he pulled out of you again, before thrusting back in, so hard that you started seeing stars and shriek with pleasure.

The room was filled with your sounds, no longer able to control the moans and whimpers that left you as pounded into you, white dots clouding your vision to your orgasm overwhelming your body hard, shattering as he thrusted and swirled, setting off a wild pulsing in your clit that triggered your insides, and you came all over his cock with a scream followed by a shudder of shaky breath.

Graves kept his ever-the-rougher pace, holding you tighter and tighter, but you felt the slight stutter in his hips that suggested that he was close to his own climax. He started gasping out sentences, heavy statements that surmounted to desperation. ''You're mine, fuck- all mine-''

You could feel yourself growing light-headed in the best way as his embrace restricted your breathing to a further degree, and you gasped sharply as he said your name, the syllables transforming into a vicious growl just as he sank his teeth into your shoulder, deep enough to draw blood and deep enough to make you cry out in pain. 

Cleansing, freeing pain, the kind that purged every transgression you knew you’d enacted against him, and him against you.

He followed shortly after as he began to shake subtly, his movements sporadic and wild as he lost control of his body. You surrendered yourself to his control as he pumped aggressively into you, dictating what he needed from your body as he arrived upon completion whilst tightening the grip on your hair almost painfully as he emptied himself inside you.

The weight of his body collapsing against you felt almost comforting in that moment, gasping and absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles into your scalp where he’d just been tugging your hair by the roots.

''So..'' he started, his voice strained and weak. ''Learned your lesson yet?'' Cocky bastard.

You chuckled quietly, and you could feel him smile against your skin.

''Think I might need a few more lessons, Commander.'' Shamelessly, you admitted, feeling your cheeks heat up as he lifted his head to take another look at you.

''I might have to thank the fucking Scot after all.''

[nonuify]

ᝰ.ᐟ 🦢 — K.MG ; ! honey moon dream

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut,fluff ] ꩜ | requested but couldn’t find the req.

“ the morning after you & your new husbands flight to the santorini islands, you must say you’re excited for your new life with him but not as much as having intimate time with him ”

waking up to a naked mingyu was the best thing you could ask for, his big built muscular back just adds up to your obsession with him.

after staring for a good minute, thinking about things you shouldn’t have but hey you’re on your honeymoon right? having… well interesting thoughts is apart of it but the bigger part is doing those thoughts, you knew you were will have some intimate time as you’d like to call it.

“mingyu darling wake up“ you spoke, breaking out of your thoughts, trying to wake up your lover who is one heck of a heavy sleeper, after some attempts of waking him up he finally opened his eyes , groaning, voice groggily as he replied “mm what time is it“ rubbing his eyes “9 am, love” you kissed his cheek.

“It’s too early, let’s just stay in bed baby” you said to him as he pulled you over to sit on his lap.

your babydoll white nightgown which was quite short in mingyu’s eyes, hunched up as you were sitting on top of him, & the white paired stockings did him no good either.

leaning for a kiss, mingyu quickly deepened it. you let out a soft sigh, loving his pretty lips on yours, suddenly he cut the kiss shortly which caused you to give mingyu a whiny why, “doll as much as i want to continue this, we have a reservation at a yacht today didn’t you know?” ah yes with many of your lovers perks, he was rich, filthy rich. hell you two came here from the classiest airlines & first class seats of course.

“ugh fine” you rolled your eyes getting off him, “lose the attitude, sweet wife” he told.

fuck.. that was so hot of him you thought as you walked to the bathroom doing your daily beauty routine & taking a quick shower.

walking out of the soothing shower, you dried your hair out, while mingyu took your place for showering, you eventually went out & got ready for the luxurious boat ride you guys will be staying in for about two days you remember him saying.

packing up clothes for the little trip, you packed essentials, you wore the star of the show was your little bikini, the color was a beige but with a very little color of pink. It was basically a thong for the bottom part & for the top part it had a string the could be taken off easily if you pulled it.

after being done with packing you wore a cute see through thin strap-yellow with a flower print dress it had on it, it was so light with sheer fabric that you could see your bikini bottom showing.

you looked & felt absolutely gorgeous it complemented your skin so much, & trust mingyu loved it more when he saw it on you he stopped for a moment to take a good look, speechless was an understatement for him.

“earth to mingyu???” you smiled waving your hand infront of his face, the wedding ring on it snapped him out to reality, he still couldn’t believe he wifed you up.

“m’sorry baby couldn’t resist you just look so gorgeous” he grabbed your hand & kissed the big diamond ring that was adorned by your finger “shall we mrs.kim?” he looked at you “we shall mr.kim” you giggled, holding his hand while he showed you the way out.

the car ride to the to the beach decks of the yacht waiting for you was absolutely ethereal you couldn’t even believe it was real, the blue & white decorated living units & shops you passed through, the blue beaches you could see it was perfect, this was perfect, the life you have right now made up everything you’ve been through, as long as you had mingyu.

finally after what seemed an hour you’ve arrived to your destination.

seeing the staff waiting for you on the boat, they welcomed you gifting yours & mingyus heads with a flower crowns, the pretty flowers had a coloration range from yellow to pink to white, it matched with your choice of clothing so well.

sounds splitters & splatters across the pool that was caused by your beloved husband, while you sat on the beach chair laying down on your stomach, reading a magazine or book.

“cmon baby join me!” you heard him yell, “no I’m fine like this” turning your head & looking up at him then smiling but it quickly faded when he decided to splash some water on you “you idiot!” you screamed “oops sorry baby it was by accident” he smiled, he by 100% mean it. “just shut up let me relax” you shushed him.

you wanted to feel comfortable even more you took off your dress with it came off the top of your bikini, I mean hey it is your yacht technically, your boobs out in all its glory, it almost immediately caught your husband’s attention “what the fuck do you think your doing?” he said clearly not mused by your tricks, coming out of the pool & grabbing the towel to cover you up “what I only wanted to get comfortable gyu” you tilted your head batting your eye-lashes “yeah but I don’t want the staff ogling your tits” he spat “fine fine m’sorry gyu” you snaked your hands around his clearly wet neck “god your lucky I love you” you chuckled.

after the pool you both took a shower, then you wore a simple black panty with a matching long sleeve, I mean it was your normal sleep-wear, you were thirsty though, you went to of course get some refreshing water to cool your throat, greeting a staff, you swore he looked at your ass but you shrugged it off not caring until.. you head a slight raised voice by none other than mingyu “y/n!”.

your turned your head meeting an angry mingyu “we need to talk in private” he grit his teeth, fake smiling to the staff the was joining you in the kitchen, dragging you to the master -room you’d sleep in.

“you know first I forgave you but walking out with your ass out to everyone see really y/n?”he held your waist pulling you closer, you began to be nervous but you’d still hold your ground ”I didn’t know he’d be here mingyu!” you told truthfully but fully liking mingyu’s mini rage fest “really cause the yacht seems to be full of staff” he continued, you were weak to him when he was like this you had to apologize “fine! m’sorry okay I just didn’t think about it I was thirsty” you mumbled but he sure did catch what you said “oh doll, when I’m done with you won’t be able to think” moving his veiny hands to your back stroking it, then moving to your butt & squeezing it.

you jumped a little bit, not gonna lie when he said that, you panties were soiled by the wetness it hit it with, “gyu, please don’t tease I’ve wanted you all day” you pouted “awh trust me, you’ll get what you want & more” with ease he ripped the fabric that once was covering your private part, the air hit your wet cunt making you sigh, he tapped on your thighs signaling you to jump & put your legs around his waist.

he moved to bed quickly, letting the duvet hit your back when he placed you, he hovered over you, admiring your face then smiling, but it wasn’t just a normal smile it was a you’re fucked smile “how ��bout you give me your ass f’me baby” you responded with a nod then following what he said, you got on all fours.

he stopped for a second, making you whine.

then a spank came landing on one of your cheeks but not just with his hand with a belt.

a whole fuckin belt.

“how much should I give you, baby? have you been a good little pup for me?” he spoke out saying ‘pup’ he only called you that when the both of you are alone, fucking obviously.

you thought for a bout a second “you know I like it when I get my answer, you’ve already got me on a bad temper baby, wouldn’t wanna push it even more mh?” spank ! another hit landed on the flesh of your bottom as you moaned.

“whatever you’d like min” you answered. slightly peeking to see his face, he was amused by your answer “good choice doll”.

ten. ten in total he gave you after he was done he stopped to admire the work he’s done your abused ass painted with a series of purple & red colors then looking down at the arousal spewing from your pussy till dripping down your thighs. “you know you should walk out with panties again but now they’ll see who gets to fuck this ass.” he chuckled.

“how bad do you want my cock in you pup?” “s-so bad min, you don’t even know how I just need it s’bad, need you filling me up with your b-babies !!” you begged tears flowing from him spanking you till now you begging him to fuck you stupid.

“god haven’t I god such a dirty mouthed pup?” he pulled your hair roughly then lined his huge member to your pink little hole “guess I have to fuck you dumb, to get those bad little words out of you.” he then thrusted in you with no hesitation, you moaned out his name loudly, as he thrusted more in you, the ah’s & curses coming out of both of you, he looked down to see your ass shaking to when he thrusts in you fuck he loved seeing that, knowing his pretty little wife is all his, he moaned & went harder

skin slapping was heard filling the room, you were feeling amazing, finally you’ve been waiting all day to fucked by your husband & him being jealous by the staff member just made you crazy, you loved how he was protective of you, you also loved how he isn’t afraid to show the dumb of a man he’d like to call by making you scream his name while his dick was abusing your hole.

“f-fuck my pretty little wife taking me up so well?? s-shit can’t wait f’him to hear how my dump pup is getting all loud f’me hm?” he said as his two fingers went to roughly rub on your puffed up clit.

you felt a knot tying through your tummy, a sign that you’re really close “hmph g-gyu so close!” you moaned loudly as the orgasm rushed through your body, spilling all over your thighs, once you were done cumming he pulled out of you “my pretty pup you did so good” he praised you as you smiled “but think you could do one thing f’me?” you tilted your head before you could speak he put his legs between your stomach hovering over it.

squeezing your breasts he put his cock between them then moaned a fuck!.

he thrusted in & out of your tits, pretty pink little tip peeping out & hitting your chin. “god those tits were made f’me hm!” fuck he loved fucking your tits even before you married he always came on them loving the feeling when your two boobs squeezed his cock to a perfect level, that he could sit like this for hours, he loved seeing your fucked out face, knowing you’d be 100x aroused when he’s doing so.

he sped as he caught up on his orgasm then cum was all over your tits.

“shit you look so pretty like this.” he commented “o-only for you min” you said panting, “let’s go get cleaned up” he picked you up bridal style, funny how you were a bride two weeks ago.

at the end you two did not get washed.

instead you guys fucked for a couple of rounds till his & your cum was mixed & getting out of your swollen cunt.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! hope you like this anon !!

[shortestcake]

SAFE WITH HER

(oneshot)

Pairing: Abby x reader

Pronouns used: she/her

Gendered terms: girl

Genre: angstish+fluff

// Owen(gross), description of violence / very mild gore

It was no secret that Abby was fiercely protective of the people she cared about, naturally assuming a guardian-like role. And when it came to you, that instinct intensified tenfold.

It could range from subtle things, such as a careful but shielding hand on the small of your back or around your waist when the two of you weren't in the comfort of your room. Or less subtle things, like her straight up refusal to you going on patrol without her.

Even before you two were together, she insisted on accompanying you on every patrol, unable to trust anyone else with your safety.

Her constant presence during your outings made this all the more terrifying. This was your first patrol without her in nearly three years, and every step you took made you want to scamper back to base. You knew you were competent—Abby knew this too—but it didn't make any of the situation feel any less wrong.

"Listen, you and Owen know the area the best, I need my most capable people for this. These items are no joke."

On top of it all- he just had to partner you up with Owen for this.

He told you about how there's an emergency trip he wanted done by you. There was an extreme medical supply shortage, he thought he'd be able to hold it off for about another month or so but was proven wrong.

"I wouldn't be asking you if I had better options, I know Abby won't be too happy with me when she finds this out." She, Manny, and Nora had been on their own reconnoitering trip for a week before this; hence why she couldn't join you instead of—or at least alongside—Owen.

As much as you hated to admit, Isaac was right. So you begrudgingly obliged and started preparing soon after, since it was a spontaneous patrol rather than the typical planned ones.

A few days later, your beloved girlfriend returned from her stupidly long journey. You'd usually already be waiting for her the second she walked in. When she didn't spot you immediately, she didn't take it personally, making her way to your shared 'apartment', solely wanting to melt in your embrace after a difficult ten days. Along the way, everyone she met paths with lacked both the heart and the courage to tell her you wouldn't be waiting for her when she reached her destination.

"Baby? I'm back." She spoke softly upon entering your shared space, but said space now felt empty and lifeless. Abby's only companion was a small note you had left on her nightstand. It was short and sweet- explaining the situation to her, complaining about it, and then doing your best to reassure her in written words.

But your gentle words did little to ease her. Saying she was pissed was an understatement, she nearly stormed up to Isaac to tell him off for going against their agreement. But she caught herself, knowing it would accomplish nothing. Even so, she made no effort to hide her displeasure for the rest of the day, shooting him a glare that could cut through steel whenever he was in view. The helplessness of waiting, unable to do anything but sit and pray to any deity that might listen for your safety, was driving her crazy.

The weight of uncertainty hung heavy on her shoulders, amplifying her anxiety with each passing hour. Some might call her dramatic, you'd been able to hold your own before, you'd be able to hold your own now. But that didn't change the fact she didn't trust others with your life, especially Owen, of all people. He wasn't necessarily a bad partner, however, he was definitely when it came to you. It wasn't a secret that the two of you never really got along. And that could only add to the whiplash of how seamlessly teamwork flowed between you and Abby.

The next day, which you estimated would be your last one on patrol, you and Owen were on your way back, only a few hours away from base. The air was thick with anticipation, and every minute felt like an hour.

"If you just—no, give it to me," you snapped, snatching the map from his grip. You mumbled under your breath about his incompetence, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"So fuckin' prissy," he rolled his eyes, the disdain in his voice unmistakable.

"Yeah, 'cause you're such a delight to be around," you scoffed, barely holding it together after the past few days of dealing with him. The tension between you had been simmering, and it seemed on the verge of boiling over. He shot back another snarky comment, and you retorted with your own. The back-and-forth bickering served as a temporary distraction from your surroundings.

The landscape outside blurred as you focused on the argument, each exchange of words feeling like a small release of pent-up stress. But the sharp crack of gunfire abruptly shattered your argument, the sound slicing through the air with terrifying clarity. Your heart jumped into your throat. Perfect, a fucking ambush.

Surprisingly, the threat forced you both to act in sync. Owen's foot slammed on the gas pedal, and the car surged forward. You quickly leaned out the window, scanning the area for targets. Your senses sharpened, the adrenaline coursing through your veins heightening your awareness. Despite being outnumbered, the speed and protection of the car gave you a fleeting sense of advantage. For a moment, you almost believed you had the upper hand.

You should've known better than to get ahead of yourself.

Your body reacted before your mind could process what had happened. Your muscles tensed involuntarily, and your gun slipped from your grip, clattering onto your lap. A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped your lips as the shock set in. "Shit—fuck," Owen muttered under his breath, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, accelerating even more. The car lurched forward, tires screeching against the ground as he pushed it to its limits, trying to outrun the danger.

Then the pain hit, a searing agony radiating from the right side of your neck and spreading through every nerve in your body. It felt like fire, intense and all-consuming, making you momentarily dizzy. You pressed a trembling hand to your neck, your fingers coming away slick with blood. You’d been shot. The bullet had grazed your neck.

You weren't sure if you were lucky or unlucky—the bullet had only scuffed your neck, just a few centimeters deep. It hurt like hell and limited your movement, but it hadn't damaged your vocal cords or vital blood vessels. The realization brought a mix of relief and dread, the pain clouding your thoughts. You did your best to stay up and alert, but the adrenaline started fading, and your exhaustion caught up. Slowly, your head lulled and the world went black.

"And you didn't fucking think to patch her up?" Muffled screaming was all you heard when you woke up.

"Up already?" Nora's unmistakable voice asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Well, I'm glad. She's been having a meltdown since you got back." The woman gestured towards the door, where you could still hear screaming from outside the room.

"So, you got shot." She started with the obvious. "It's nothing major—or shouldn't have been." Her voice was laced with slight annoyance. "Owen drove nearly two hours with you bleeding out beside him. Even with a small wound, it did some extra damage." She explained the do's and don'ts, giving you a little rundown of what you were in for.

"I'll bring Abby here, let her know you're awake and all," Nora said, patting your arm gently. You nodded, as much as you could manage. "Thanks a lot, Nora."

"'Course," she replied with a smile before opening the door. "Hey, your girl's up," was the last thing you heard before Nora was out of view and Abby rushed in.

When her all-too-recognizable form bustled to your side, you sat up properly, extending your arms for a long-overdue hug. At first, Abby wanted to examine you, to make sure you were alright, before allowing herself to indulge in the much-needed affection she craved from you. She hesitated, her eyes scanning for any signs of distress or pain. But the sweet look on your face when your eyes met, and your eagerness to just hold her, made her decide it was alright to give in to her wants. With a soft sigh, she melted into your embrace, wrapping her strong arms around you tightly, both of you savoring the comforting warmth of being together again.

After a few moments of satisfying each other's need for tenderness, you both let go, though she kept her hands on you, moving them to your shoulders. Her left hand slowly and ever so gently inched up your neck, studying the bandages wrapped around your wound.

"I'm fine, really. Nora did a good job patching me up," you reassured her with a smile, moving your own hand to rest on hers. You softly caressed up and down her arm, trying to comfort her. Her eyes were filled with concern, but your touch seemed to ease some of her worries.

"If I was there…" she started, but you didn't let her finish, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I know, I know. I didn't like being out without you either, but I'm all good, 'kay?" The look on her face told you she wanted to say more. To tell you that it's not okay because she should've been there, to protect you. Instead, she settled on, "Owen's a dumbass." Which caused you to start giggling.

"Yeah, he really is," you agreed, the tension breaking as you both shared a lighthearted moment.

Abby stared at you laughing, it felt like a weight had just been lifted off her chest and she could finally breathe again. She leaned down, her blonde strands tickling your face slightly while she pressed gentle kisses to your lips and cheeks.

You let yourself soak in the quiet aftermath, in the adoration and security she showered you in. Finally safe in Abby's arms.

Yes, I'm back, again. Hope you guys missed me cause I missed you, might open requests soon too!

[finnydraws]

Bowline (B.B/Reader)

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Reader (slight jake/reader)

a/n: big shout out to @vivwritesfics who helped me with figuring out the plot in my head and finding a name for Jakes soulmate, I probably wouldn't have gotten back into writing fan fiction with them

Word count; 2574 (!!)

description: Bowline knot: a fixed knot used to tie a square sail to the bow of a ship to keep the sail from being taken by the wind.

Nobody said having a soulmate was easy

genre(s) Soulmate au, angst, slight hurt/comfort, rebound dating

warnings: implied age gap (rooster is canonically 38, reader can be read as anyone 20-25) implied sexual content, rebound dating, cheating, canon character death 

Bradley doesn’t remember when his string finally attached to another person. He remembers being a kid and asking his mom why it was short, hanging limp from his ring finger and so close to him he could see the end, but no soulmate. She would always console him, tell him the universe was just taking its time on his special someone. His mother didn’t like to talk about her own string however, at least not after his father died. If he asked her though, she would regale him with stories of her short time living with her soulmate, how when they first met Nick had attempted to tie the string into a heart but failed so miserably Carole spent the first two hours of knowing him trying to unknot it through her laughs. She would never tell him how when she looked down to see the frayed end of her string her heart almost stopped in the grocery store. All Bradley remembered was looking down some time in his teens, and suddenly having a person on the other end of it, suddenly having a person fated to love him. When he entered the naval academy he hated that string. Hated how he was so scared of leaving whoever was on the other end like his mother, forever staring at that damn torn string and mourning a person they might have ripped from them too soon. Learning to fly only made him hate it more. He was too cautious, too distracted by the tug on that damned tug to fly properly at first. His first deployment was the worst, the string getting pulled so taut that he thought it might cut his finger. His flying got better after that deployment but his thoughts about soulmates were only solidified.

He hated soulmates.

This wasn’t fair. Why is he being forced to love someone he's never met? Why is he fated to think about how every time he gets in an aircraft, he could hurt them as bad as his mother was? Bradley probably spent days of his life trying to untie that cursed string.

You never had that apprehension, from the moment you were born the string stretched into the unknown, moved, was alive. You grew up experimenting with that poor little red string, trying to see how tightly you could pull it, how far you could run before you felt even a smidge of movement. In middle school, when the first boy showed you any interest, you demanded he show you his string before you would date him. And when you saw no red on his finger, you told him you didn't want to waste anyone's’ time when you weren’t destined to be together. Your string only pulled tighter on your finger after that day. To you your soulmate wasn’t the same burden Bradley saw you as. His existence being a gift for you to unwrap when the universe felt you deserving. So, you decided to do whatever you could to make yourself ‘worthy’ of your soulmate. Going to the naval academy straight out of high school and entering the United States navy as an aircrewman mechanical officer and spending any and all time you could doing anything to help those around you. Tutoring, volunteering, anything you could to learn more about people. Anything you could to bring you closer to him.

It was always interesting when you felt the string fluctuate between tightening and going lax on your finger, every deployment forcing you to think of where in the world your soulmate could be. When stationed in a country besides your own you wondered if that string would even loosen. On the deck of the ships you've been on would it tighten as you spent months on the sea?

Some deployments were weirder than others, you would swear up and down that the whole time you were on the ship your string would stay loose enough to slip from your finger if you wanted to. You never tried. On those deployments you tried to pay extra attention to who was on the ship with you, you tried to see if you followed the string if you could find him more than once only to come up empty. This surprised you at first, it's a finite space, surely someone would have the other end, would the vast sea hide the string? Pull it underwater and out of your view, even if it hadn’t on any of your other deployments? But no, every time you would leave the ship alone, not having noticed the string tightening as the pilots took off. Not wanting to think your soulmate was avoiding you.

But he was. The second he discovered you were his soulmate, Bradley informed any friends he could trust to understand his stance on soulmates and created a system. He had a look out at all times, someone there to warn him you were near, or distract you long enough for him to make a quick get-away. His whole system crashed when he arrived back on deck after the uranium mission, everyone was too busy celebrating his and Petes survival for anyone to notice your eyes zeroing in on the red string on his hand. At first, you’re ecstatic to finally have the missing piece to your puzzle, the giant keyring finally producing the key to your lock.

It's only then you notice him actively avoiding you. You count at least five times before the ship docks back in San Diego

The first is immediately after you find out he’s your soulmate. He catches your eye and slinks off in the dispersing crowd, removing his helmet at some point to blend in a little better with the other sailors and pilots.

The second is later that night, you approach him on the way to eat and get cut off by Jake, who insists on standing so Bradley is just out of your line of sight no matter how many times you try to side step him. You don't pay attention to a word he says, you don't respond either, but the heartbroken look you don the second you realize Bradley has slipped from your grasp nearly makes Jake give up on his quest then and there.

You almost catch him the third time, running into him by accident as he leaves the shower talking with a sailor you can’t remember the name of. He pretends not to hear you calling out for his attention. Pretends like you're not calling out for ‘the man with the mustache’ since you don’t know his name. The sailor he's speaking with questions him on it but Bradley excuses it as having not heard you.

By the fourth time you try and get his attention you've nearly given up. You learned his name and callsign from an aviator on deck not aware of his plan on avoiding you his whole life. Bob feels terrible for you when you inform him what’s going on between you and his friend, and readily gives you the information, making a mental note to chew Rooster out for hurting an innocent person, for never explaining himself. You approach Bradley when he’s just barely sat for dinner, expecting him to stay seated at least, but nope! The second you call his name He stands and leaves. What hurt the most was the sad looks his friends give you as you stand at the end of the table, doing your best to keep your bearings and not cry in front of the dining hall.

The last time you count him ignoring you it’s about an hour later, when he catches you crying and trying to pry the string off your finger, begging whatever higher power to give you a soulmate who would love you back. Begging for answers to what you did so wrong to deserve this.

He doesn't comfort you.

After that night you stop counting. You stop trying to speak to him, just stare at the string and hate it, hate who's on the other side. It isn’t until several months after the deployment you see him again, out at the hard deck flirting with a girl in a skirt that hugs all the right places, in a shirt that makes her chest pop. Rooster isn’t looking at her eyes. The brandy in your hand is downed quickly while you ignore the sting of a drink meant to be sipped. You really try to hate her for the way she was able to get so close to your soulmate. Closer than you’ve ever been.

It could have been the alcohol, or the heartbreak that spurred you to find a rebound, you aren’t quite sure. All you could think was finding someone to dull your pain, to be your firsts, to hurt him like he hurt you. Your brain, ever the genius, lands on Jake. Before you can change your mind, you steel your nerves, bee line for the all-American man, and pull him out to the beach by his wrist. He seems to be just as drunk as you feel because as soon as you stop his hands are on your hips, and he's asking, “what can I do for such a pretty girl?” he practically purrs in your ear as his hands start to wonder at your sides.

You aren't expecting your own quiet voice to respond with “take me to bed pretty boy, make me forget.” you lay your own shaking hands against his biceps leaning into his chest and hold on tightly, afraid if you pull away even a little bit you’ll lose him too. Jake is all too happy to agree, pulling you to his truck and taking your firsts, the entire time you try not to think about Bradley, or the red string on your finger shackling you to him forever.

This dance with jake goes on for months, the two of you do on a date that ends at the hard deck, you hang onto him all night while you steadily get more drunk (if this bothers rooster he doesn't show it) and when you feel that the two of you are drunk enough you beg him to take you home and sleep with you. The whole time he does you try not to think about how badly you wish it was your soulmate sleeping with you. After about 4 months of this the pain of Bradley not wanting you starts to fade enough that you can start joking with the pilots at the hard deck, you’re more comfortable staying sober in the presence of Bradley, more comfortable thinking of Jake as your boyfriend. You make some great friends during this time; Bob and you get along so well that you begin Friday night movie nights. With Jake and you beginning to rebuild your opinions on love. You’re happy with him for about a year before he meets Rosie.

There’s nothing off with your relationship with Jakes after he first meets her, he takes a little longer to answer your texts, sure, but then again, he always took forever to answer. He doesn't invite you out to the hard deck as much but then again you don’t always have to be with your boyfriend. You actually don't notice anything is off until Bob calls you from the hard deck and asks you nicely to join him for a drink. It’s when you arrive that you notice something off, hanging off Jakes’ arm is the perfect, glowing woman. The two of them seem so perfect together that you already know why Bob called you over. You appreciate him for uncovering the truth for you, but this appreciation doesn’t fix the sharp pain in your heart at seeing the happy new couple.

You barely even hear the shout of your name as you swiftly walk out the doors of the Hard deck and onto the beach, you barely notice that it's Bradley running after you and not Bob. When you do notice him, you anger starts to simmer in your stomach and you turn on your heel to face him “What, Bradley. What could you possibly want from me now.” you bark at him, not waiting for his response. “YOU’RE the one who didn't want ME, remember? I tried to get to know you, I tried to be it for you. And you didn’t want it. And now I'm trying to be alone just like you wanted and yet, here you are!” By this point the anger in your stomach is boiling over, spilling into your soul and slowly infecting it. You let out a loud, drawn-out groan “It's not FAIR, what have I done! What did I do to you?” The yelling is hurting your head, you thought you ran out of tears to cry over Bradley years ago but here they are, threatening to spill over. “Why don't you love me? I'm supposed to be yours…” your voice breaks, and so does the dam. Tears flow from you freely now and you drop to your knees sobbing.

“It's not you.” he softly promises to you “When-” Bradley takes a deep breath before beginning again “when my dad died, it broke my mom. She couldn't truly be happy without him, no matter what we did.” Bradley begins to silently toy with the red string as he speaks to you softly, like a wounded animal he risks spooking off. “At first, I didn't have to worry about leaving anybody behind, I didn't have a soulmate, so I always planned on flying. But then I looked down one day and there it was, going all the way to you.” The word vomit from Bradley isn’t seeming to stop, he explains everything to you, from how his mom felt after the death of his dad to the fear he felt when he first started flying. How if he flew too far the string would tighten and all he could think about was putting this faceless person through the same thing his mother went through. The entire time he’s tying a knot in the string, untying it, and retying the same knot.

“This is a bowline knot.” he states after being silent for a moment “Mav taught me it. Sailors used to use it to keep the wind from blowing the sail away. I'm not very good at it.” he laughs softly and begins to wipe the drying tears off your face “I'm not good at relationships either. But I'm willing to try. I want to try not to get blown away in the wind.” he inches closer, peering into your eyes. “Will you let me try? Will you let me make it up to you?” you can’t muster up the strength to speak, instead nodding your head. Bradley leans in, just a little further softly kissing you while cupping your cheeks. It's not what you thought kissing your soulmate for the first time would be like, there were no fireworks or life changing revelations. It wasn’t overly Passionate, like you would never get this chance again, you weren't used to the feel of his mustache yet. It was just a kiss, an awkward kiss, but it held so much promise, promise to stick around, to work it out. It was like he was trying to communicate all the emotions he didn't know how to articulate to you. So much that you're inclined to believe him.

[bccky]

Souls Intertwined By Fate

Part 3

Pairing:  Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?

Words: 1418

Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but it's finally here! You and Dean finally meet, and the world you've just settled into threatens to give in // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx

⇤ PART 2

Supernatural Masterlist • Main Masterlist

Souls Intertwined By Fate Masterlist

From the moment you had left Ellen's bar, you had felt a unique kind of dread, the emptiness in your heart widening with each step you took away from the person you had destined to be with. 

But it is the best for both of you, that you are sure of. 

You don't hesitate to admit that you are selfish to try to save yourself from prospective heartbreak or have the possibility of going through what your mother had gone through, especially when you now knew that he was a hunter as well. 

"Morning, Y/N." Chris mutters with a quick kiss to your neck as he hugs you from behind. 

"Good morning." You smile as you turn and close the gap between your lips. You were making coffee after getting up from the bed you share with Chris, and this has become a new normal for you. 

It has been a couple of weeks since you landed in the small town of New Harmony, Indiana.

Excluding a few aches, cuts and bruises that aren't visible or have a cause, you have had no interactions with the supernatural - willingly keeping off from reading news or watching it on the TV.

You know your intuitions won’t help pick off the signs of those activities in the world, you're just going to ignore it.

Well, you did investigate Old Neil's Cabin, and having found that he hasn't hurt anyone yet, you let him be - but not before making a note on where he is buried. 

It's a simple start to the day as it has been for a while now, and for some reason, there remains a feeling that something is wrong - or better yet, something is missing.

Still, as you help around Chris’ family diner and motel, there remains the familiar signs of adrenalin rush that you know come from hunting, even when you’re doing something as mundane as getting a plate of fries to the customers.

There is random quickening of your heartbeat, and the dreams of his green eyes, when you’ve only seen them once.

So in this quaint little town, the sun dips below the horizon once more, casting a warm glow across the streets. Your break from the hunting life gave you a little bit of solace in this peaceful corner of the world. The semblance of normalcy feels like a weird sense of relief.

And today, it just seems like it will be happier than many before.

Meanwhile, Dean Winchester, the ever-determined hunter, was on the road once again with Sam beside him. This time, he is a little serious - with the short time frame of his inevitable death hanging over his head. 

But he is happy today, it's his birthday today, and Sam got him a box of little things, from his favorite aftershave to a smart-looking watch.

He feels a little guilty while thanking him because he doesn't trust him enough to keep a secret from Ruby, he hasn’t told his brother about his soulmate yet. 

He doesn’t want to know what limits the demons will test with someone they can hurt him with, even without getting a hold of him.

“I’m hungry.” Sam complains while reading a newspaper. 

“I’ll pull up to the next diner I see.” Dean says. “Besides, it's been too long since I got a belly full of something cheesy.”

“You had a lunch full of cholesterol yesterday, Dean.” Sam reprimands him with a shake of his head.

Dean’s stomach rumbles just in time as a reply to Sam’s comment. “Let’s find some food in this town.”

Some time later, they come across a diner, and Dean wastes no time hauling up next to it. The bell above the door tinkles as they enter.

“Finally.” Dean mutters, glancing around the diner. It isn't overly crowded, probably just a few locals scattered across the booths. He spots an empty seat by the window and starts walking towards it, Sam following closely.

As Dean studies the menu, Sam leans across the table. “You know, man, you’ve been acting a bit weird lately. Anything you wanna talk about?”

Dean sighs, trying to avoid this conversation. “Not today.” And with efforts to do so, he averts his eyes, flitting them across the diner.

But then, his eyes lock onto a waitress, her seeming oddly recognizable. He swallows hard, torn between his instinct to approach and the fear of her reaction.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice pulls him from his trance. “You okay?”

He shakes his head, plastering on a faint smile to mask his nervousness. “Yeah, just lost in thought.”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Sam comments.

You smile at Ellie as you get her order, a usual patron of the diner. You feel unusually happy today, and while you don’t know the reason why, you don't want to jinx it and so you just go on about your day.

Then your heart starts beating rapidly again, but the palpitations aren’t what you are used to.

You turn with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes. When you open them, they find green ones - to be more precise, those from your dreams.

Time stands still, and recognition flashes between you two - a connection stronger than memory, a bond forged through shared emotions. Your breath hitches, your soulmate is sitting right in front of you.

You don’t know what to do, and while your heart wants to stay, your brain decides to run away. And so, you hurry through the side door of the diner.

“I’ll be right back,” Dean announces and rushes right after you, leaving Sam with no second thought.

You’re there, standing against the wall under the streetlamp in the back alley, your hand against your chest. The night falls, and you look like an angel glowing in the yellow light.

When your eyes join, your hearts start thumping in a turbo-mode and neither of you know if it's because of the bond or due to the other's presence.

“Hi.” Dean whispers, not knowing what else to say.

“Hello,” You whisper back, not wanting to break the bubble that has formed around the two of you.

The traffic from the main road has quietened down, as has the chatter from the busy diner, and all you’re aware of is this beautiful specimen of a man, and your conniving heart which has finally won against your brain.

“How are you?” Dean wants to hit himself just as the words leave his mouth. But then again, what are you supposed to say to your soulmate when you come face to face for the first time?

“I’m good. What about you?” You ask, a smile appearing on his face that you cannot help but match him. And my god, the crinkles that frame his eyes.

“I guess I’m good too - now that I met you.” Both of you laugh, and when your heart finally allows your brain to speak, you start drowning in anxiety, leaving you speechless again.

Everything that you’ve been running from, everything you left behind and everything that you’re up against is on his feet, just a few feet in front of you. Your soulmate.

While it feels like it has been decades, it has been only minutes.

Before you can conjure up a sentence, the side doors open with a thud - and Chris appears, looking tense.

“Everything all right here, Y/N?” Chris asks, staring at Dean as if to determine if there are any signs of aggression, and then settling on you to ensure that you’re fine. “Ellie told me to check up on you.”

His posture straight and hands in a fist, almost like he’s getting ready to fight, fight for you. 

The men stand tall with chests puffed, nearly similar in height as they both try to intimidate each other.

You nod, hoping to calm him. “It’s okay, Chris, this is -” you stop there, not knowing his name.

“Dean,” the man completes. You sheepishly smile at him before turning to Chris.

“Chris, this is Dean, my… My soulmate.” Saying it leaves an unnatural taste in your mouth,

You see his features turn from hostility into those of apprehension as he replies, his eyes narrowed. “I see…”

“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.

“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.

“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.” 

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My Love, Mine All Mine.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

summery: Y/n has always gave too much. She always loved, believed too easily. She can’t control what others will do with that, but she can control how she loves.

Sorting through the shiny papers, the corners cut into my skin with each photo I crumpled up, tossing it into the shadows. Each memory ingrained forever on a film that would only taunt me with the past.

I hate the way the sun shined through the leaves in each one. How the sand looked so soft under our feet, the ocean bluer than any summer sky could every paint it now. I am reminded of how vibrant the world became with him in my life, when he was mine.

I say that he was mine loosely. I am unsure if I even have the ability to own something so pretty, so precious. If I ever even did. I remember the way my hands would run through his salty curls after a beach day. How he would hold me extra tight, we’d only bring one towel to share. His lap was soft, shorts scrunched up and dripping still.

I think of his lips on mine. How perfectly they fit on mine. I remember how desperate each kiss was. Not once had he ever made it seem like if it were to go no further we would cease to exist, but he was feverish enough with each lick into my mouth where I knew no matter what, he would never be satisfied. He always wanted more, more, more. How foolish of me to believe it was because he could simply not get enough of me, not because I was not enough.

He was kind, showing me affection in ways he swore would only ever be for me. He decorated his walls with love letters and Polaroids of us, of me. He had stacks of our adventures in an old shoebox under his bed for when I was away and he was missing me. He reminded me everyday how much he adored me. Counting down the seconds until he could hold me in his arms. He promised me it was a feeling that nobody else could ever give him. A heart rush that only ever came over him when my name was involved.

So why does he look at her that way? Why must his eyes carry the same shimmer of lust in them that he once held for me? I see the way his hands grip at her hips, her thighs. It’s animalistic in a way, primal. He wants her, needs her. He’s hers.

I remember the night I discovered their secret. My lover and my sister hand in hand one late June night. I stood still on the grass watching over them. My tears came out dry. I couldn’t even try and sob, let myself break. With his leaving just months ago, I’d already rung myself dry of any tears I had left.

It’s funny how something that once made you feel special can make you feel so sick so suddenly. What once gave me a reason for my living killed me so suddenly.

I knew I was always destined to die, to burn out and disappear. I never imagined how it would’ve happened at the hands of the two I trusted the most in my life. Looking up at the moon that night, I prayed to forget, to heal so suddenly. Rid me of the ache in my heart and replace it with a cold emptiness.

He holds her while she sits in my spot on the couch. She laughs at the jokes I told him that now spew from his lips. Her hands find home in his hair and the towel we once shared as become theirs. It’s all reused, it’s the same. He makes her feel special, wanted, lusted after. He’s a damn good actor, he fools the whole damn world with his cruel games.

Now I know better than anyone that when calling him mine, I must use it loosely. At some time, he might have been. The photos I tear up in my room are only proof of our years spent together. Two summers spent doting on each other. He was with me, but could I call him mine? If he left so easily, did he ever even need me? Want me?

I hold the final photo in my hands, the moon shines down on us. We’re only young in the photograph. His cheek is pressed to mine, our smiles touch. We look so free, so happy. I feel guilty if I were to rip it up when it still feels so happy.

Grabbing a pin from the bedside table, I poke it into the wall beside my mountains of other places and people I’ve seen. It sticks out, like it’s been highlighted in bright red. It stings to look at, but it reminds me of a better time, a time when I believed I had the ability to have good things.

Now I know, nothing in this world belongs to me. Not my baby, not my sister’s loyalty. Not my mother, not my brother. I have no control over anything. Yet, each time I allow myself to believe that I do. That I mean something. I pay a price for the immaturity of my heart. I act a fool over the smallest affections, the most discrete love. And I watch as each time it is taken away, leaving me with a heavy chest and a heart far too full for my body. Nothing in this world is mine for free. Nothing in this world belongs to me but my love, mine all mine.

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Taming the Dragon Tamer

Charlie returns to the Burrow for a short vacation only to find a new family has moved in just across the field from the Burrow.

Words: 5.9K Author's Note: Don't pay attention to movie release dates. Just go with the flow.

When Charlie was instructed to take some time off of work, he was annoyed but also a little grateful. He absolutely loved his job on the Dragon Reserve, but as of late he'd been missing his family a little more than usual. The higher-ups noticed his lack of energy and told him to take a break so as to not let his guard down and risk getting hurt while on the job.

The portkey he applied for has the destination set for the field just behind his childhood home, and when he lands with a grunt, he's left staring at a cluster of homes rather than the Burrow.

Brow furrowing, Charlie glances around to make sure he's actually in the right place. And when he turns around, he lets loose a little exhale of relief at the fact that he'd just been turned around. Then hiking the strap of his knapsack a little higher on his right shoulder, Charlie sets off towards the Burrow.

There's smoke billowing from the chimney and he can see his mother bustling about the kitchen through the window. He allows himself to smile, knocking on the back door before letting himself in. And when he sets sight on his mother, he chuckles at her gaping expression before her eyes sparkle and her liveliness immediately returns.

"Charlie!"

"Hi, mum."

"What are you doing home?" She rushes to him, arms wrapping tightly around him before stepping back, keeping her hands on his arms to look him up and down. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?" Her happiness morphs into concern and he leans down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"M'fine, mum. Was just missing home."

Molly freezes, shocked to hear that her free-spirited son misses home. Her eyes get a little teary, but she's quick to put a lid on her emotions. "We've missed you too. Now come, come. Come sit and I'll make you a plate. You're looking a little thin."

Charlie laughs off her comment, dropping his knapsack atop the end of the table and taking a seat towards the middle. He sighs as he settles in, watching his mother load up a plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy. "Did you get some new neighbors across the field?"

"Oh, yes! All the way from America, they are. Big and lovely and I can't wait for you to meet them." She takes the plate by hand, levitating a basket of rolls behind her. As she sets it down, she turns around to grab a pitcher of pumpkin juice and an extra glass. "We're actually having dinner outside tomorrow with them. Will you still be around?"

"Of course. I took two weeks off from work."

"Wonderful!"

Charlie sags in his seat as he digs into his food, watching his mum as she works around the kitchen. She even walks behind him, running her fingers through his newly cut hair and tugging on the strands that still have a bit of length to them. Thankfully, she doesn't say a word about it.

During his meal, his dad and Percy get home from the Ministry.

Out of all his siblings, Percy and his wife Penelope are the only ones who reside in the Burrow with Molly and Arthur. Everyone else has moved out with their significant other and/or with each other as in the twins' case. But his mum must have alerted everyone else because soon enough, Bill and Fleur are coming in with their daughter, followed by Fred and George. Ginny and Harry show up, and then Ron and Hermione appear last.

Charlie fills them in about the going on's of the Dragon Reserve and how he recently got to handle a few baby dragons. He admits to feeling drained which is why he's on vacation and when he can't think of much else to say, he asks about the neighbors.

Surprisingly, every Weasley loves them.

The parents had moved into the muggle world after the father had retired, but decided to up and move when two of their children, plus their wives and grandchildren, decided to move here for better job opportunities. Everyone else just followed because they really were a close knit family.

"It's why there's a cluster of homes rather than one large one," Fred says.

"The parents have their own home and the four eldest, who are all married off with children of their own, have their own place as well," George then adds in.

"And then there's YN, the only single one of the bunch, who has her own place too because she likes her privacy," Ginny muses. "I quite like her home most of all."

"Why?"

"Because she transformed one of the rooms into a meadow and has a branch of bowtruckles living with her. They're really quite adorable," Hermione tells him.

"Aren't they meant to be wild?"

"They are, but the ones she rescued have apparently formed a connection with her and refuse to leave."

Charlie chuckles and mentions he can't wait to meet the whole lot.

Flooing into your home, you moan and groan all the way to your bathroom as you peel off your clothes piece by piece. You're so used to working in the middle of a battlefield, that now you're working inside a hospital you made the mistake of dropping your guard. And in dropping your guard, you made yourself vulnerable to a pureblood who discovered muggle narcotics and decided to go on a bender.

Being knocked upside the head with a metal food tray was not fun, nor was waking up minutes later only to be told you'd been knocked unconscious and were going to be left with a bruised face. Afterwards you'd managed to finish out your work day, counting your lucky stars that you had the next two days off.

You shower off the day's grime, forgoing any glamours, and dress in jean capris with a gray tank top beneath an opened flannel. Then before you put on shoes, you walk towards the third bedroom which you had transformed into a meadow of sorts. Checking on your branch of bowtruckles, you giggle as you spot them coming out from their favored places around the room upon your entrance.

Stepping down into the room, your footfalls are quieted by the soft moss covering the floor. Then walking up to the main tree, you hold out your hand out for the bowtruckle that holds out his spindly arms towards you.

"Hiya, sweetheart." The bowtruckle steps onto your hand and you readily raise him towards your shoulder. "Did you miss me?" You smile at the featherlight touches to the bruised side of your face, heart melting at the chirping he emits in worry. "I'm fine. It's okay. Just a little work mishap." You give him a moment to sate his curiosity and then gently scoop him back up to settle him back among his tree. Only he clutches to your fingers and refuses to let go. You sigh. "Fine. You can come," you mumble, "but you need to behave. We're going to the Weasley's."

As you settle the bowtruckle on your shoulder, you bid the others goodbye before heading out front. Putting on some shoes, you head outside and squint against the setting sun. Then summoning your broom, you lazily fly over towards the Burrow where you see your family and the Weasley family all settled around an enlarged table where dinner is spread out.

You laugh as you hear some cheers upon them spotting you and then touch ground, placing your broom against a tree before heading towards the table ladened with food.

"Merlin," one of your brother guffaws, "what happened to your face?"

"A patient of mine discovered muggle narcotics," you tell him. You quickly hug your mom and dad from behind, ruffling the hair of your many nieces and nephews who are too busy eating to pay you any attention. "He went on a bit of a bender and mistook his lunch tray for a beater's bat and my face for a bludger." Several family members and Weasley's wince in sympathy. Then walking over to Mrs. Weasley, you hug her from behind as well as she pats your arms and looks up worriedly at you. "I'm fine. I just didn't want to waste the energy holding up a glamor. The bruises will fade."

"We have some bruise paste lying around here somewhere," Fred says.

"We can send some over when we find it later. Should make the bruising fade by morning," George tells you as well.

"Really? I'd appreciate it." As you take a seat at the only empty seat, your smile falters at the unfamiliar redhead. "You're new."

His lips twitch in amusement. "Charlie Weasley."

Eyes lighting up in recognition, you sit up a little straighter in your seat. "Ah yes. I've heard loads about you."

"All good I hope."

"If you count the fact that your siblings like to say you fondle dragons good, then sure."

"YN!" Bill snorts out pumpkin juice at your mom's shrill shout. "That's not nice."

Mostly everyone, Charlie included, laughs. "What? He didn't take offense to it."

Your mom shakes your head at you and you wink at Charlie before grabbing a plate and loading it up with food. Everyone jumps back into the conversations they'd been having and you settle in, letting the atmosphere wash over you.

"So who's this?" You hear from your left just as you're taking a drink of water. Glancing at Charlie, you grin when you see him eying your shoulder.

"This," you muse, raising a hand to your shoulder, "is Benny the Bowtruckle." The bowtruckle steps onto your hand and you bring him out from your hair. "He was my first rescue and he's proven to be a bit protective and clingy."

"Watch it, Charlie," Fred calls out. "The little bugger bites!"

You glance at Fred, shaking your head as you grin. "Well if you didn't continuously poke at him, he wouldn't have resorted to such measures."

Charlie chuckles and holds his hand out, palm up, and you practically hold your breath as you watch Benny cautiously walk over to him. "Nice to meet you, Benny."

Benny seems to perk up at his name, immediately chirping away and waving his spindly arms to and fro. You watch in awe as Charlie holds a conversation with the bowtruckle as if he understands the chirps and coos, and then narrow your eyes at your family as you hear a mumbled, "She's done for. She's gonna bed the dragon tamer."

You don't know who's said it, but your family and the Weasley's closest to them have all heard it, and everyone's looking between you and Charlie now.

Shaking your head at them, you then continue eating before asking Charlie, "So why dragons?"

"Why a doctor?" He looks up at you, setting Benny on the table so he can explore. You arch an eyebrow at him and he shrugs. "I just really love dragons. They're magnificent beasts."

"They really are, but they're very intimidating as well. I'm not trying to get blasted by fire or stepped on."

"You like dragons? What's your favorite?"

"I'm quite partial to the Antipodean Opaleye because of its pearly scales and multi-colored eyes," you tell him. "Or the Swedish Short-Snout because of its blueish-silver scales and blue flame."

Charlie slowly smiles. "You know your dragons."

"I know a bit about my favorite dragons," you correct him. "I have nowhere near the amount of knowledge you no doubt possess."

Charlie continues to smile and then, "Oh no. The dragon tamer's gonna defile our baby sister."

The words are said loud enough that both you and Charlie hear, even Harry if his sudden choking on his food is anything to go by, and you whip your head in the direction of your brother whose eyes suddenly widen. "You wanna say that again?"

"No. Nope." Your brother shakes his head. "You got that glint in your eye like you're gonna maim me."

"Blimey," Ron drawls. "What is it with the youngest girl siblings? They're so mean."

"What?" Ginny turns in her seat, narrowing her eyes. "You wanna say that again, WonWon?" This time, Hermione chokes on her drink, and you cackle at both Hermione's giggling and Ron's reddening ears.

As the siblings squabble, you reach for Benny to place him back on his shoulder when the table gets jostled a little too hard. Molly shouts at the twins and Ginny, and you sit back, eating even more food.

"So why a doctor?" Charlie asks.

"Because Mungos was the only place that I could put my skills to use," you tell him. At his arched eyebrow, you explain. "In America, the MACUSA has a program called First Aide Responder. I'm trained for both combat and medical, so I would rush out into the field when an auror went down and it was too risky to portkey them to a hospital."

"You'd give first aid mid-battle?"

"Yep." You smile and pop a piece of chicken into your mouth. Chewing and swallowing, you tell him, "I had these stones that I would set out around me and my patient that acted as a shield. But if someone tried attacking the shield, that's where my combat skills came into play and I'd duel whoever was attacking before getting back to my patient. But then moving here, the Ministry doesn't have that so I applied at St. Mungos."

Harry, who'd been listening, says, "That's actually quite brilliant- settling the injured before moving them without knowing where they're injured or how severely they're injured. I'm gonna have to talk to the Minister to see if we can apply something like that here."

Everyone picks back up on their own conversations and you continue eating until you can't anymore. And when you feel like the waistband of your capris are digging uncomfortably into your stomach, you exhale roughly and lean back in your seat.

"Don't tell me you're full," your dad says. "There's peach cobbler."

Immediately you pick your fork back up. "Where?"

You're not even embarrassed at the many snorts that sound around the table as you watch Molly serve you a plate of the fruity dessert. You anxiously wiggle in your seat as it's passed down the table and happily dig into it even though you're near to bursting.

"Take note, Weasley's, Granger and Potter. If you ever want YN to do something or forgive you for something, peach cobbler is her weakness."

"I won't do it right now because Mrs. Weasley has not yet gotten accustomed to our brash demeanors with each other, but I'm mentally flipping you all off," you tell your family.

As time slips by, the children start nodding off at the table. Bill and Fleur decide to call it a night and take their daughter home, as do your brothers, their wives and their children. You, your mom and your sisters help Mrs. Weasley clean up, and then Fred's rushing upstairs to find that bruise paste he and George had told you about.

Then when it's time to finally go home, you bid the Weasley's and their significant others goodbye before grabbing your broom and hitching it on your shoulder opposite the one Benny is sitting on as you walk across the field back to your home.

The following morning, you wake up at the telltale sounds of a thump hitting your door. You know it's the magical and muggle newspapers being delivered as you lay there trying to get back to sleep, but you find that you can't. So with a low groan, you get up to start your coffee and then lazily wash up.

Looking in the mirror as you brush your teeth and wash your face, you marvel that the bruise paste did exactly as the twins told you it would do. There is no bruising to see and you're grateful you don't have to see the discoloration anymore.

Then fixing up a cup of coffee just the way you like it in a to-go cup, you pop a lid on it and head outside. You see that the sun is barely on the rise, so you quickly grab your broom and carefully take to the sky with your coffee still in hand.

Lazily flying in circles, you hover mid-air above the field between your house and the Weasley's to sip on your coffee while the sun rises. You close your eyes against the sun, basking in the warmth and just enjoying the peace of it all.

You're mid-sip when you hear the whoosh of a broom and look around for the culprit. Surprisingly, it's the newest Weasley that you met just last night. So smiling softly, you nod in greeting just as he hovers near you. "Hey. What brings you up here so early?"

"Was gonna go for a run when I saw you hanging out up here. Just wanted to check that everything was alright."

"Oh yeah. It's perfect," you tell him. Then gesturing towards the hills in the distance, you say, "Was just enjoying the view."

Charlie looks out, huffing. "If you think that's amazing, you should see the view at the Dragon Reserve. It's really something."

"Yeah? Well unless I have a friend who's going to invite me out there sometime, I don't think I'll ever be able to see it."

"Fair enough." Charlie laughs. "But it won't be for a while. I'm on vacation."

You exaggerate your accent, making yourself sound like a southern belle as you drawl, "However will I cope?" Charlie barks out a laugh and you smile, sipping your coffee. "So what are your plans for vacation, Weasley?"

He shrugs as he circles you on his broom. "Not much. Just hang out with my family when they're not working." You hum. "And you? You got to get to work any time soon?"

You shake your head. "Nope. I'm off today and tomorrow."

"Any plans?"

"Actually, yeah. There's a movie I've been dying to see at the cinema. It's the third movie in the franchise, so they're going to be playing parts one and two beforehand. You interested if you're not doing anything today?"

Charlie comes to a stop in front of you, grimacing. "I've never been to a cinema. Is it- what do I-"

"It's real simple," you assure him. "You just dress the part of a muggle- shirt, jeans, and boots are perfectly fine- and I'll take care of the rest."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. But are you sure you want to go? You might not even be interested in the movie I'm going to see."

"Well what movie are you going to see?" He asks, grinning.

"It's a movie about dinosaurs." Charlie sits a little taller on his broom and you grin. You knew that'd catch his attention. "Part one is all about some rich guy who hires scientists to replicate dinosaur DNA and makes a theme park of a variety of dinosaurs. Spoilers, it doesn't go well for the humans."

Charlie snorts. "Anyone could see that coming."

"Then part two is about more scientists studying the dinosaurs and trying to bring them back to the States."

"Because that's so smart. Stupid muggles."

You grin. "And then part three is supposed to be a boy and his stepfather vacationing too close to the islands where the dinosaurs reside and then they go missing. The muggles end up returning to the island to search for them."

Charlie shakes his head, but he's still grinning. "Those movies actually sound interesting. Should I bring anything?"

"Just bring your handsome self, Weasley." He playfully rolls his eyes, but you mentally pat yourself on the back as you see him faintly blush. "I can handle the muggle money, and after we choose our seats, I'll introduce you to muggle drinks and sweets. Just make sure you're ready by four in the afternoon and tell your mom you'll be gone till around ten."

"Okay. I can do that." He turns his broom in the opposite direction to head back home. "I guess I'll see you later."

. . . .

You and Charlie had shown up early to the cinema just so you could secure the best seats in the theater (middle of the very back row). He had admitted to wandering into the muggle world, but only to bars or clubs with his friends, so his awe at the snack bar and the giant screen in front of many cushioned seats amuses you.

You're grateful for the little tables and drink holders each seat comes with- you having got yourself and Charlie a large Cola and a medium-sized bucket of popcorn each that fits perfectly on there. You also got a variety of sweet and sour snacks that you lay in your laps, and you're so ready for the movies to start so you can see his reactions.

As the lights dim and the previews start to roll, you grin as you watch a wide-eyed Charlie get sucked in.

At one point, before the movie even starts, he leans over to tell you, "It's so loud."

"I know. Just imagine when the dinosaurs roar." You chuckle as his eyes seem to sparkle in the dark and then sit back to get comfortable.

Charlie is immediately entranced by the movie, even the beginning part where most people complain that it's boring. And then the vehicles get stuck by the t-rex enclosure, and the telltale thumps of the dinosaur's footsteps reverberate around the theater. Charlie looks at you, wide-eyed yet again, and you snort. The first roar of the dinosaur never fails to give you chills and you smirk when you see Charlie rubbing at his arms to stave off his own.

You and Charlie pace yourselves with the popcorn and drink, and you let yourself be sucked back into the movie until the credits roll.

"That.. was amazing," he breathes in awe once the lights come back up.

"And there's still two more movies to go." Charlie's smile makes your heart skip a beat and you have to shake yourself to not think about how attractive your neighbor's son is. "Um, do you want to go grab another Cola and popcorn? We can also stretch our legs and use the bathroom before the next one starts."

"Yeah. Good plan."

The second movie isn't really one of your favorites, so you watch Charlie more than you do the screen. He seems to enjoy it just as much as the first and it makes you happy that it was you who introduced him to muggle movies.

It's dark out by the time the third movie starts, and both you and Charlie are excited to see the return of Doctor Grant since he was missing from the second. What appears to be a Spinosaurus is the main dinosaur of the movie and you're surprised to see just how vicious they made it in the film. The pack of Velociraptors excites you to the point that Charlie chuckles at your side, and by the end of the movie the two of you are excitedly chatting about your favorite parts as you leave the theater.

Nighttime proves to be a popular time for everyone to visit the cinema, and the second time someone shoulders into you with a mindless apology thrown over their shoulder, Charlie tucks you under his arm to keep you close and push aside anyone who gets too close.

Outside in the fresh air, you look up at your companion and melt at the content expression on his face. "Wanna grab a bite to eat before we head home?"

"Fish and chips?"

"You're so British," you laugh, "but yeah. I can go for some fish and chips."

Your second day off is spent lounging around your house, spending some time with your family before you have to go back to work.

Then afterwards, you and Charlie find yourself in a routine where you find the time to wander off into muggle London and find something new to do.

At the combined family dinners, you and Charlie take to sitting next to one another, chatting and laughing. Both your families take notice of the time you're spending together and his family, especially Molly, seem most excited about it. But someone must have said something because their knowing and teasing looks disappeared overnight one day.

Then Charlie's two weeks comes to an end, and you find that his impending departure is actually making you sad.

"Don't look so sad," Charlie muses. "It's not like you're not going to see me for weeks at a time. I'm actually going to come home when I'm able to."

"Stop laughing at me." You walk into your living room, two cups of tea in hand before you pass one off to him. You settle down into the corner of your sofa, curling your legs beneath you. "It'd just be my luck that, after finding someone I actually enjoy hanging out with, our days off won't line up."

"Aw you enjoy hanging out with me?"

You narrow your eyes at him as you sip your tea, causing Charlie to chuckle. "It's nice not third wheeling my siblings or your siblings. Or even being designated babysitter when we're out and about."

Charlie sips his tea, smiling. "Am I going to be getting owls from you?"

"Duh. You're gonna grow sick of me, Weasley. Just watch."

"Impossible."

The evening turns darker and darker, and all too soon it's time for Charlie to leave to get in his last goodbye with his family. You vanish both your cups to the kitchen, standing at the same time he does. You and Charlie take one look at each other, him with a neutral expression whereas yours is a little weary, and burst out laughing.

"You're being a dick. Stop laughing at my sadness." But your words only make him laugh more.

Grabbing your hand, Charlie pulls you into a hug. He tucks you right under his chin, arms around your shoulders while yours wrap around his waist. You exhale softly, melting into him. "Don't be sad. I'll owl and floo call you to the point you're annoyed by me."

"Impossible," you mumble.

The two of you hug a little longer than necessary, but then you're both pulling away at the same time. Charlie's looking down at you, an expression on his face that makes it look like he's going to say something, but he shakes himself clear of it. "I'll see you around, YN."

"Mhm. See you around, Charlie."

The first combined family dinner, it's obvious to everyone there that your friendship with Charlie is something you're sorely missing. Your brothers and the Weasley twins do everything to lift your spirits, but they only manage to do it for a brief time before you're sinking back into your loneliness.

You're the first to leave, citing tiredness and that you need to be well rested for work. No one says a thing, so you walk home with a bowl of peach cobbler for later.

You take your time in the shower, dressing in your most comfortable sleep clothes afterwards. Then heading into your kitchen to eat the peach cobbler, you're surprised to find an owl sitting on your table and a small package attached to its leg. Immediately your mood lifts, hope filling you.

"Hey buddy, long flight?" You ask the bird. He or she hoots in confirmation and you quickly untie your mail from its leg. Setting it aside, you're quick to grab a small bowl of water and some owl treats from a container on your counter. "If you're coming from where I'm hoping you're coming from, please get comfortable. I'll have my reply ready and send it off with you in the morning."

The owl hoots once more before taking flight, making itself comfortable atop your kitchen cabinets.

Grabbing the small package and letter the owl had carried, you take it to your room to open. Sitting in the middle of your bed, you open the letter first. And checking the signature at the bottom, your heart soars when you see it's from Charlie.

His letter to you is a bit on the short side, but its contents make your heart pound. He hopes that you're okay and that work is fine, but he also expresses how much he misses your companionship and your outings. In the short two weeks he'd been home, he grew accustomed to you being there and he doesn't quite know what to do with himself in Romania anymore. Even his coworkers and friends have noticed his mind is elsewhere, so now a bunch of dragon tamers know that Charlie met a girl- a girl who's actually held his attention. He expresses his anxiousness for the day he can portkey back home and the day he does, he's taking you on a date. His name is signed at the bottom and then the sidenote exclaims he hopes you like his gift.

Carefully setting the letter aside after reading it twice more, you open the small box. Inside, laying atop some tissue paper, is a braided leather triple wrap bracelet. There's a charm, of sorts, dangling from it and when you look closer you realize it's a blueish-silver dragon scale from a Swedish Short-Snout that's been cut into a rounded triangle- almost like a muggle guitar pick.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, you clip the bracelet onto your right wrist before admiring it for a moment. Heart filled with nothing but adoration for this man, you scramble out of bed and towards your desk so you can pen your own reply.

Charlie Weasley!

You did not just ask me out via owl. I'm pretty sure Molly raised you better than that.

But either way, just know that I'd say yes. Especially after this beautiful bracelet you've given me. I love it. Thank you so much!

And in case your family hasn't owled you, I miss you too. I really got used to you being there after work or on my days off, so I may or may not have been moping. And our families might have picked up on it. Sorry, in advance, for whatever your family might say or ask to figure out what's going on here.

Work is fine, by the way. I've not had any mishaps like that first night we met. And if I'm being honest, I'm actually finding that I kind of like the hospital atmosphere as much as I loved working out in the field.

Miss you and I'll see you soon. Hopefully.

You sign your name and then fold the parchment, placing it in an envelope that you seal with wax. Then taking it out front to the owl, you set the envelope next to the bird. "Please take that back to Charlie when you're ready to go." The owl hoots in response and you smile, tossing a few more owl treats atop your cabinet for it.

You go to sleep feeling more giddy than you have since Charlie left, and over the next few days if the two families notice you're not as mopy as you have been, they're wise to keep their mouths shut.

Another week passes and just as your mood is drifting into sad territory again, Charlie comes home.

You're eating dinner at your own house, having made a trip into muggle London in search of some decent Chinese food. And with a mouthful of noodles, you're startled when there's a series of knocks on your front door.

Quickly washing the noodles down, you clean off your hands and head for your door. Opening it up, you freeze upon the sight of your favorite Weasley. At your quiet gasp, his eyes dart up to meet your shocked expression. He slowly smiles and you're knocked out of your stupor before you throw yourself at him.

"Charlie!"

He laughs as he catches you, hoisting you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. His hands grasp the back of your thighs as your arms go around his head, practically smothering him against your chest. "Miss me?"

"Yes!" As you pull back, your hands settle as the back of his head so your fingers grasp his hair at the nape of his neck. You smile down at Charlie, trying not to squirm in his hold seeing as there's a very obvious tension between the two of you. You have an overwhelming urge to lean down and kiss him, but glancing towards the Burrow shows several people standing at the kitchen door and staring out the kitchen window. "Um, should we move this inside? I'm pretty sure your mom and sister and the twins are hoping for some sort of show."

Charlie turns so he can see what you're seeing and he huffs as he sees his nosy family still watching. You let your legs drop from his waist, falling the rest of the way so your feet touch the floor. Then pulling him inside, Charlie shuts the door behind him.

"Having dinner without me?" He asks as he follows you into the kitchen.

"Well if I knew beforehand that you'd be here, I'd have gotten extra," you tell him. You watch as he grabs an egg roll and you're quick to slap the back of his hand. "Hands off the fried goods, Weasley!"

But your swat does nothing to deter him and Charlie happily eats half of the eggroll in one bite. He smirks at your grumbling and then finishes off the eggroll with a chuckle. "Do you work tomorrow? I believe I promised you a date as soon as I got in."

"I am off tomorrow," you tell him, slowly angling your body towards him as you look up, "but can we just go get more food and come back here? I'm looking forward to that date you promised, but I want to be able to enjoy it and not start yawning halfway through. Today was a long day."

"Sure thing. Is the Chinese place terribly far?"

"Nope. Let me just slip on some shoes and we'll go." You step away from Charlie, exhaling roughly and realizing you hadn't been breathing normally while standing so close to him.

The wizard had just gotten home and already the anticipation was building between the two of you.

. . . .

Later on, after you've eaten your fill of Chinese food and got to catch up in person, you're walking Charlie to the front door so he can head back home. But before he opens the door, he turns towards you and pulls you into a gentle hug.

You melt into his embrace, yawning against his chest. "Thanks for agreeing to stay in. I promise you can plan a date for tomorrow and I'll happily agree to it."

"Well if you call this date, I can probably do that thing I've been meaning to do since we first started hanging out."

"Yeah? And what's that?"

"This." You let Charlie angle your face upward, molding your lips to his ease. You giggle into his mouth, heart pounding the longer Charlie Weasley kisses you.

When you pull back, mouth centimeters from his, you grin. "Glad to know we're on the same page." You peck his lips once more before falling back onto the balls of your feet. "Now get going, Weasley, before I pull you into my room and give our families something to talk about."

Charlie laughs and untangles himself from you. "They're going to find out sooner or later."

"Well let it be later," you tell him. "Let us figure out what this is between us and see if we mesh as well as we hope we do before getting anyone excited."

"It's not going to be easy sneaking behind all their backs."

"No." You slowly smirk up at him. "But it will be fun."

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Make Me Forget | ❤️Valentine’s Day One Shot

Pairing: Beefy Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6k

Summary: Unceremoniously dumped by your scumbag boyfriend Bucky's mission is to spend Valentine's Day cheering you up & showing you what it would belike to be Bucky Barnes's girl, maybe he's shooting his shot, maybe he's just that darn charming Warnings: Angst (just the start), Fluffy Bucky, Swearing, Smut, NSFW, P in V, Oral (Female), unprotected sex, Dom Bucky

A/N: Happy Valentine's, enjoy this one shot with Beefy Bucky, I thought this would be a nice intermission for the Valentine's Season. Also FYI, no STD's or unplanned pregnancies (unless a plot) in my multiverse so no condoms are ever used. As per usual I cannot keep my word count concise!!

Dumped, discarded, cast aside, kicked to the curb, whatever you wanted to call it, you were it & you were sat in a restaurant trying to hold it together whilst the humiliation of being brought into a public space to be told you’re not good enough, not special enough, not pretty enough, not her was being laid out in black & white. You could feel your lip wobbling, the familiar sob climbing up your throat trying to escape as you begged yourself to cut off all emotions until you could get back home.

You nodded along hoping he would stop the character assassination that was effortlessly rattling off, like he had been practicing it for weeks in the mirror. You thought you had been happy together & that he was getting ready to ask you to move in with him, but you were told you were dumb to not see how miserable you made him. There was only so much you could take & when he mentioned her, his 22-year-old secretary he had been sleeping with for weeks, who just ‘got him’, you stood up, tossed your drink over his head & walked out.

The cab ride home was a battle of wills between your absolute need to keep it together at all times versus your impending emotional outburst with the growing realisation that you were destined to die alone & get eaten by the 15 cats you would inevitably accumulate being single for the rest of your life.

The rest of your night was spent isolated, crying, eating pizza, drinking wine & browsing cat rescue sites trying to find the first step towards the rest of your life, you couldn’t believe you wasted a year of your life with a scumbag who would dump you the day before Valentine’s day.

You should have phoned in sick, there was no way you were in the mood to face anyone, even if Tony would have wrongly assumed it was because it was Valentine’s Day & you would be too busy fucking your boyfriend all day to work, except the reality would be you crying, burning your Ex-Boyfriends belongings & self-reflecting to assess what was actually wrong with you & why couldn’t you keep a man interested.

Instead, you were numb, sat zoned out in the meeting room by your boss’ side trying to look like you were paying attention, you were barely holding it together avoiding all eye contact with the team filled with spies & assassins, at least two of them would be able to spot the obvious tells that not all was well.

‘Alright, any other business.’

Sam repeatedly elbowing Bucky who ignored him completely perked up, ‘Yeah, these monthly meetings suck, it’s Valentine’s day, why we even working?’

‘Make sure you note down that sass from Bird Man, Short Stack.’

Apart from Tony’s very annoying nickname, you hadn’t heard what had been said, hoping that it was never brought up again you scribbled down ‘I want to go home’ so it looked as though you were at least doing something.

Bucky had already noticed the sullen expression the second he laid eyes on you, the heavier than usual makeup & overall lack of spunk you usually have was a dead giveaway. Sam may have told him not to use that phrase anymore, for reasons still unclear to him but that was the best way to describe it, it was like your light had gone out.

Usually when Tony used that moniker you’d be ready with a jibe to throw straight back at him, he may have been your boss, but you weren’t ever afraid to put the billionaire in his place, so you completely passing over the nickname meant you were somewhere else in your head & not ok, something was wrong & he needed to get to the bottom of it.

You held back in the meeting room until all the superheroes had piled out to try & avoid any interactions, unfortunately a certain burly super soldier didn’t quite get the memo & was waiting for you outside. The brunette’s face completely serious, brows furrowed & arms crossed as he examined you walking towards him, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing’s wrong Bucky, I’m fine.’ You tried a half assed smile; a smile you wouldn’t even be able to convince Ethel your blind neighbour was real let alone the trained assassin in front of you.

‘Don’t you dare lie to me Petal, you may be able to fool them but not me. Now tell me what happened, I won’t ask again, did something happen at dinner last night?’

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like when Bucky used his serious voice, when the Sargent in him came out, you always followed his orders.

Breathing out a shaky sigh you looked around, as if anyone cared enough to listen in on what you were about to say, damn your bottom lip for wobbling & the tears gathering in your eyes, traitor. ‘He broke up with me, said he was sleeping with his secretary & I wasn’t pretty or good enough for him.’

Somehow Bucky managed to quell the internal rage that was flowing through the synaptic’s in his brain, the plates in his arm were begging to be recalibrated from the tension running through his body, don’t trigger a reset, don’t trigger a reset. He could taste the impending murder on his tongue but that had to wait, he needed to be the mechanical shoulder for you to cry on right now.

He grabbed you, enclosing you entirely in his arms, his overwhelming warmth thawing your cold exterior & his big arms squeezing you tightly, it was the exact comfort you needed. ‘Oh darlin’, why didn’t you call me?’

Smushed against his solid chest your voice was muffled, ‘Didn’t want to bother ya.’

‘You know you wouldn’t have.’

You managed a shrug against him, ‘It’s Valentine’s you might have had plans.’

He moved his vibranium arm from around you, holding your face with his cool metallic hand to make sure you were looking at him, brushing the few fallen tears from your cheeks, ‘There are no plans too important to stop me coming & getting you.’

You managed a genuine half smile, the cloud over you not quite lifting, but it was now surrounded by a little Bucky Barnes shaped rainbow & you appreciated it more than you could ever convey to him.

Bucky sat pensively in the lounge, despite his protests that you should take the day off, he walked you to your office at your insistence that working would help keep your mind of him, he secretly enjoyed the way you now said him, it was very much in the same tone he had been using for the last year.

So, he had been sitting since racking his brains, trying to think of ways to help you, to build you back up & forget about that loser & in the Super Soldier’s mind he was the biggest most idiotic loser on the face of the planet to let you go so willingly. Chump.

Tony strolled into the common area noticing the absolute anguish on the centurion’s face staring into space, ‘What’s up terminator?’

He rubbed his face trying to reset his mind & entertain a conversation with Tony, ‘Nothing, just thinking.’

‘Wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with my diminutive 2nd in command who has been on 4 separate trips to the bathroom to cry this morning … so far.’ He stood crossing his arms, hoping to get to the bottom of it & thought Bucky would be the one you opened up to, because the pathetic excuse you gave him for being so sniffly wasn’t cutting it & you usually had the 6ft Super Solider shadow following you everywhere.

He clenched his jaw at the belittling nickname Tony seemed to revel in, ‘Stop calling her little, she doesn’t like it.’

He narrowed his eyes, ‘Bit touchy when it comes to her, aren’t you? You like her?’

Bucky shook his head angry that he was poking his nose in where it didn’t belong, ‘Not the time Tony.’

‘Why not?’

‘Not your business.’

‘Let’s see, protective bodyguard mode has been activated, weepy crying employee on Valentine’s Day, I take it that snake she was wasting her time with has shown his true colours?’

Bucky let out an audible sigh, ‘Something like that.’

‘What a dick.’ He clenched his jaw, already ordering you some flowers on his phone, a smirk crossed his face & he glanced back up at the sulking Super Soldier. ‘Hey, now she’s single, you should shoot your shot.’

To Bucky the billionaire just casually let out, like it was nothing, an afterthought, like it was completely normal to pounce on someone 12 hours after being blindsided by a breakup. ‘Absolutely not, she needs comfort & cheering up, not a 107-year-old hitting on her.’

In Tony’s mind, the stars were finally aligning for two people who anyone could see looked at each other with love hearts in their eyes most of the time to finally get together, they just needed a push. ‘Trust me when I say she wouldn’t mind a certain 107-year old’s attention.’

‘Steve?’

‘Jesus I’m surrounded by idiots, not Steve, you, you complete putz’

The super solider was trying to stifle his smile at the thought of you being into him but failing miserably, shaking his head in protest, ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Well, I so happen to know so. I’m not saying declare your undying love for her & propose, just shoot your shot, take her mind off the breakup & whatever he did, make her see that you’re the one she should be with.’

Just like that, like it was a piece of cake, easy as 1,2,3, he swore sometimes he was secretly dumb & not a so-called genius everyone said he was, it took Bucky 3 months to say hello to you when he first met you, so by his calculations he would be asking you out in 2054.

‘He cheated for weeks with his secretary & said she wasn’t pretty enough or good enough for him.’ The words pained him to say out loud, he couldn’t imagine how hurtful they were for you to hear.

The billionaire’s eyes went wide, ‘Excuse me, how are you not murdering him right now?’

‘Oh, trust me a plan is percolating, but I wanted to make sure she was ok before I spend the rest of my life in prison for repeatedly throwing him off the empire state building.’

‘Oh, I like the sound of repeatedly. Ok, new plan, you spend the day tending to her, sweep her off her feet, get her out of her office … but not into your bed & I’ll pay him a visit, can’t promise murder but I’m sure I have a few gadgets that will put the fear of Thor in him.’

You were sat sulking in your office, not really working, just staring at words on a screen, you didn’t want to be at work, but you didn’t want to be at home either, despite the bonfire you had planned in your head with his expensive suits he kept in your walk in, which admittedly did sound like fun.

A gentle knock & a wiggle of the handle told you it was Bucky waiting outside your office, you buzzed him in & as the door opened all you could see were flowers, a huge bunch that somehow eclipsed the Super Solider stood in the doorway holding them.

It was comical watching him struggle, trying his best not to knock any of the perfect blooms on his way in, you wondered how he could be so agile on the battlefield when he was such a clutz off it at times, adorable really when you thought about it.

‘How can I help you soldier?’

He used to hate people referring to him by his military positions but whenever you did it there was something in him that went feral, it felt like you were submitting to him & you were always such a good girl when he told you to do something in his lower pitched voice.

The twitch in his pants at the thought of what that would translate to in the bedroom needed taming before he embarrassed himself, it might not be the 40s anymore but by god if punching a colleague for humming too loudly got him a meeting in HR, getting a boner in front of one in a professional setting definitely would.

‘Well, it’s Valentine’s Day & I wanted to buy you some flowers & put a smile on your face.’

‘Mission success Sargent.’ You really did have a wide smile on your face from the sweet gesture, he was such a good guy, sometimes you wish everyone could see it but a little part of you were happy it seemed to be reserved for only you.

‘Oh this, this is just the start, my Girl on Valentine’s Day doesn’t just get flowers, she gets the whole day.’

You raised your brows, trying your absolute best to not grin like the Cheshire Cat at him calling you his girl, ‘A whole day huh? Lucky me. Not to throw a spanner in the works here but ya girl gotta work.’

‘No you don’t, cleared it with Tony so you’ve got the rest of the day off.’ He looked so happy with himself & you really didn’t understand why the hunk of a man in front of you had a reputation for being frightening, the man was a big teddy bear.

It had been an interesting journey to say the least, experiencing Bucky’s vintage car with the top down sounded so much fun, especially when he pulled you close & had his arm around you but the way your hair lashed about in the wind made you realise why the women in the old movies always had head scarves on. At one-point Bucky’s eyes were streaming when a particular gust of wind whipped him in the eye with a chunk of your hair, no number of apologies you gave seemed enough & thankfully he just seemed to find it funny.

Once you tamed the bird’s nest sat on top of your head you stood in excitement looking on the fairground that had been at the heart of so many of Steve & Bucky’s stories, Coney Island where dreams where not quite made of but that didn’t matter, you loved it.

‘It doesn’t exactly look the same but I’m sure we’ll find our way around just fine.’ Bucky was practically giddy, pulling your connected hand towards the entrance, ‘you know me & Steve once rode the Ferris wheel with these two dames, Sandy & Delores I think their names were, & Steve freaked out because it was so high up & threw up on his date.’

You always noticed his accent thickened when he talked about his youth, seeing him like this made you wish you had known him back then, but having heard many stories about Bucky from Steve, he would probably have been chasing tail rather than wasting his time hanging about with you

He led you to a food shack that, according to the sign, served New York’s best hot dogs, ‘whaddya say Doll, one hotdog or two?’

‘One please, with onions & mustard.’

‘Coming up, what my girl wants, my girl gets.’

You sat on the bench whilst he waited for your order, the day certainly had taken a turn & you were beyond grateful for Bucky, he really was the sweetest guy you knew so it didn’t even shock you with how extra he was being in an effort to take your mind off things.

You realised as he approached, carrying way more hot dogs than any normal human could eat at once & a huge bag of candyfloss under his arm, that you hadn’t thought of him at all with Bucky around. He really was the best & you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy him referring to you as his girl, the man was the hottest guy you’d ever laid eyes on so a few hours escaping reality & experiencing what it was like being Bucky Barnes’s Girl wasn’t something you were going to pass up, even if it was just for the day.

He plonked himself down beside you, handing you your order & placing the candy floss at your side, then throwing his arm over your shoulder pulling you as close as possible to you, he always seemed to like you close. You shuffled into his side, so you could rest your head on his shoulder as you both sat eating your food & watching all the people casually walking by.

‘Do you wish you could go back?’

‘Sometimes, if only to see my Ma & Sisters but there’s a few things now that are better.’

‘Hmm’ you took a bite, was it the best? Maybe, but maybe it was the setting & company you found yourself with that was making it taste better than it actually did.

‘Yeah, the food,’ He proceeded to take a dramatically large bite making you giggle as he chomped it down, ‘the technology, the company too.’ He gave your shoulder a squeeze & leaned down to kiss your head that was happily resting on him.

‘Hmmm well I’m glad you’re here, I’ll tell Tony to hold off on the time machine to send you both back.’

You loved making the Super Solider laugh, he didn’t do it often, but it was like music to your ears when you were blessed with it, so when he found that comment as funny as he did, you joined him in letting it all out, there you were, two idiots laughing on a bench & it was wonderful. You felt so much lighter, like nothing could bother you with Bucky around, you felt safe, cherished & looked after, you needed someone like Bucky. Fat Chance.

You spent the rest of the day on rides, laughing, eating & sharing stories, there was a moment on top of the Ferris wheel where you thought Bucky was leaning in to kiss you, but he just found a bit of lint on your shoulder & was trying to assess if it was Ant Man needing assistance so needed to get closer.

Sure, you were disappointed, & no you didn’t see any actual lint, you always harboured a harmless crush on the Super Solider, who wouldn’t with him being so sweet & handsome, but it was such an odd feeling to not feel at all sad that less than 24 hours ago you were in love with someone else then unceremoniously dumped, or at least you thought you were in love. Hmm.

He walked you to your apartment block, insisting on making sure you were safe in your home before he left, you supposed he of all people knew the dangers of the world so of course invited him up, you didn’t want him to ever leave your side if you were being honest.

You were both settled on your sofa, him nursing a beer & you a glass of wine, ‘Don’t think I don’t appreciate this Bucky because I absolutely do, but why did you do all this for me today?’

‘Why wouldn’t I want to cheer up a person going through something, especially when they are my favourite person?’

It was like your heart skipped an entire beat hearing those words, the oversized Super Solider wasn’t the most forthcoming with his feelings ever, you thought, so to hear that from him meant the world to you, ‘Your favourite?’

Come on Bucky, now or never, ‘Look, Tony said I shouldn’t ask you to marry me or anything & I won’t, I won’t, I promise, but he said I should just shoot my shot, so look it started out as me wanting to cheer you up & make you smile because it’s always my favourite thing to do but at the same time maybe I just let you know that when you’re ready there are other people out there that would be happy to have you all to themselves & will know the treasure they’re holding. Not saying who, but if you don’t mind an age gap of say 72 years, there’s a certain single super solider that wouldn’t mind taking you to the movies, dinner & dancing.’

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he just came out with it, simple as that & his brain wasn’t even shouting at him to jump straight out of your window to the safety of not knowing what it feels like to be rejected from the only woman he’s wanted for 80 years.

You smirked trying your absolute best to stop yourself from jumping his bones, ‘Steve can dance?’

Thankfully he knew Steve was more like a brother to you, so you were just playing with him, so he dramatically clutched his chest, ‘Why … why would you willing to inflict pain on me like that Petal?’

You giggled narrowing your eyes, ‘So he can orrrr….?’

Watching how his eyes darkened sent a thrill down your spine & a deep throb to your clit, he moved closer towards you on the sofa, knees knocking, tracing finger up & down your thigh whilst he drew his tongue along his lower lip, it was a hypnotic, ‘You’d be too much for Steve sweetheart, you need someone who can be firm with you.’

You arched your brow, loving where this conversation was going & the way he grasped you flesh, you dropped your shoulder & looked up at him as innocently as you could drawing out your voice as seductively as possible before biting your lip, ‘is that right Sarge?’

‘Absolutely Petal.’ He couldn’t seem to take his eyes away from where your teeth indented your plump pout, he was desperate to run his thumb along it to release it & replace it with his mouth.

‘hmmm so a firm, single, super soldier?’

Almost looking cocky he managed to pull his focus back to your eyes, raising a brow, ‘Know any?’

You had your finger & thumb pinching your chin in faux contemplation, ‘Not ringing any bells Sarge.’

‘Let me remind you.’

Ding, Ding, Ding. He pulled your face to his crashing your lips together, holding your head in his hands, the contrast between flesh & metal was so uniquely Bucky & you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to go back to two regular hands.

It felt as though every kiss you had ever had before now were pecks on the cheek in comparison, because Bucky Barnes could kiss like nothing else, the absolute passion & desire he could communicate with his tongue had you on a plane of existence you never knew was available, what else could he do with it?

Every moment connected was erasing the last year of your life, why did you waste your time on that waste of space when this was available the whole time?

It wasn’t long until you were pulled onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs & grinding down onto the prominent bulge he was sporting, moaning as it made contact with your centre.

Between kisses he finally managed to string a full sentence together, ‘Are you sure? Feel like I’m taking advantage of your weakened emotional state.’

You giggled into his mouth, ‘Have you been watching Dr Phil again?’

‘Maybe, but I don’t want you to regret anything.’ The way he held your face back to take a pause & make sure it was what you wanted almost made you cry, this sweet man who did nothing but take care of you wanted you & there wasn’t a better feeling you’d ever had.

Connecting your foreheads, you looked deeply into his gorgeous ocean eyes, ‘The only thing I will regret is not doing it sooner & wasting my time on him.’

‘Really?’

You nodded, ‘Make me forget soldier.’

Your mouths were connected again but this time his hands moved with purpose freeing you of the layers that kept him from the entirety of you, quickly reciprocating you pulled his hoodie over his head, momentarily breaking your kiss.

‘The second you want me to stop you tell me Petal, you gonna be a good girl for me?’

You nodded going straight back to kissing him as he pulled your jeans off taking your pants with them, ‘Need your words flower.’

‘Yes Sarge.’

The serum running through his veins kicked in & he wasted no time reattaching your lips in a frantic kiss, working his way down to your jaw, neck & chest, spending that extra second admiring the sight before him.

‘You’re perfect sweetheart.’

‘You too gorgeous.’

He smiled at your words, that wonderfully adorable smile that he only allowed you to see, the adrenaline buzzing through you temporarily overtaken by the endorphins at the thought of this wonderful man wanting to be with you.

It was only a moment of being an adorable puppy, a switch before he was back to the insatiable Super Soldier that was about to plough you so hard you’d forget your own name, you had no doubt Bucky would be capable of it.

‘Not here Petal.’ He hoisted you up, his strong arms keeping you attached to his lips as he walked you through your apartment to the bedroom, gently bending to deposit you on the mattress still not parting your lips for a single second until he was positioned above you.

His mouth began descending back down you neck & chest until his lips found their way to your bra & he tsk’d at it getting in his way & without missing a step a knife appeared from his boot & he swiftly sliced the front of it inciting a gasp to escape, it was the single hottest thing you’d ever experienced & it set your whole existence on fire.

‘I’ll buy you a new one flower.’ it was thrown, along with the knife onto the floor, & his tongue wasted no time swirling around your nipple, the other being squeezed by his cool metal finger tips, the sensation making your back arch & you were already desperate for more.

‘Touch me Bucky.’

You could feel him smile against your chest & like all good soldiers did, he obeyed your command, keeping his mouth attached to your chest he traced his hand down your body, loving the way you squirmed as it hit your ticklish spots, you were so soft & as he gently parted your legs he could smell how wet you were.

Drawing a single finger along your folds, he made you shudder as he teased you gently, admiring how soaked you were for him, ‘All this for me Petal?’

Shyly nodding at him you watched as he made his way down, settling between your legs, it should have felt weird for another man to be seeing you in this state so soon, but it didn’t. It felt as though Bucky was the only one who should see you like that, vulnerable & open to everything he was about to give you.

His nose nudged at you, every hair stood on edge, your breath hitched & your heart thudded in anticipation. ‘Fucking perfect’, the first contact with his mouth to your glistening pussy released the beast within him that had been dying to taste you since the minute he laid eyes on you. It wasn’t gentlemanly, or loving, it was some caveman shit & lord you were not prepared for his tongue. Within the first minute you were on the verge of climaxing, he ate you out like he hadn’t eaten in years, yet his technique was a sharp as a knife, he worked you til he could feel you right on the edge before he cruelly pulled his mouth from you making you whimper & the loss of him.

Yes, you had been a good girl & if anyone deserved an orgasm it was you, but he didn’t want to ever stop tasting your nectar or move from between your legs. If he buried his cock in you he would blow his load within a minute he was that turned on by you, so he needed to at least make this bit last as long as possible for you.

If keeping you on the brink meant he could spend all night between you legs so be it, he carried on flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, sucking it then burying his tongue in your cunt, over & over. Every time he pulled away you let out an ungodly whining noise or begged him to keep going.

‘No, No no, please.’ You were desperate at this point & willing to get on your knees to beg.

‘Please what?’

‘Please Sargent, please let me cum.’

‘Can’t sweetheart, can’t ever stop, you taste so good.’

He doubled down sucking at your clit & you almost sobbed the moment it was taken away; did he want you to have a tantrum? You were on the brink of one if he did it again.

‘Please, please, please’

You were babbling, tears escaping your eyes & right where he wanted, if you didn’t know what was going on you wouldn’t notice him lasting the 0.7 seconds he was predicting from him being so desperate to be inside you.

You were at the precipice of euphoria, your orgasm on the cusp, the anticipation of him pulling away had you on high alert & you could feel every single thing he did waiting for it to be snatched away at the very last second, but this time he didn’t pull away, he plunged his metallic fingers in you as you saw white & exploded through your pleasure to absolute ecstasy.

Curling his two thick digits he hit your spot over & over taking you to another straight away, the pleasure at a level you hadn’t ever experienced before, if he was talking to you you were clueless, everything was muffled & you didn’t even notice the hollowness once Bucky moved so he was covering you with his body.

‘Look at me Sweetheart.’

You managed to roll your eyes, which you assume had detached at some point during the second orgasm & look at his gorgeous blue ones, did they always make your heart skip a beat?

‘You’re really pretty, you know that Bucky.’ Your voice came out a bit hoarse but the cute smile on his face was worth the pain from straining your throat.

‘And you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.’

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, ‘You ready for me gorgeous?’

You nodded against him. ‘Words sweetheart.’

‘Ye.. yes, want you to fuck me Sarge.’

‘That’s my girl’

He pumped his cock once, twice, you were looking down between your bodies, when did he even take his jeans off? He was huge, dauntingly so, the perfect cock, long & thick weeping & desperate for you.

He chuckled at your expression whispering in your ear, ‘It’ll fit darlin.’

‘If you say so Soldier.’ You really weren’t convinced.

His heavy length sat at your opening & slowly he pushed into you as he looked at your completely blissed our expression, head leaned back, eyes closed & mouth moaning the most sinful noises with every inch he added, he latched onto the neck you were perfectly presenting for him, mapping every spot that made you clench that bit tighter.

‘Fuck your pussy is chocking me darlin. Not gonna last.’

‘Mmnn fuck, so good Buck so so fucking good.’

Finally, he was fully seated in you, you’d never felt so full, so complete, you squeezed his ass to let him know he could get going but he stayed still, ‘just gimme a sec, been a while.’

Your giggled at his heavy breathing but quickly stopped once his hips began slamming into you, by god you needed a pounding & he complied perfectly, your good Soldier & all thoughts were lost as he repeatedly thrust his powerful body into you.

‘Fucking gorgeous you know that, wanted to fuck you since the day I met you. Fucking perfect, perfect pussy, like it was made for me.’

‘God Bucky, harder.’

‘You sure?.’

‘Yeah, gimme all you got, I can take it.’ you weren’t sure that you could, but you wanted to give it a try.

‘Not gonna last darlin. You gotta give me one more though.’

His metal fingers connected with your swollen clit sending a jolt of electricity through your body, you weren’t sure if you had ever made such an obscene noise before, it was too much but not enough at the same time.

‘Feels so good.’

‘You my good girl?’

‘Yes Sargent, want you to fill me up.’

‘Fuck sweetheart, don’t say that, I won’t ever fucking stop.’ You were making him go into overdrive, he was feral for you, his perfect angel with the most sinful mouth.

‘Don’t want you to, want you dripping out me for days.’

‘Jesus Christ, my perfect filthy girl.’

You were so overwhelmingly full of the Super Solider, the tip of his huge cock nudging the spot within you at rapid fire had the blinding pleasure begin to rip through you once again as you finally hit your third climax of the night clamping down on him as his hips stuttered & release followed painting your walls with his seed, pumping the cum into you repeatedly until his motion ceased & he lowered his lips to you.

Silence, still connected he watched you carefully as you opened your eyes, blinking from adjusting to the bright light having held them shut from the bliss you were coming down from.

He leaned down to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip before he gently moved the hair from around your face, ‘What you thinkin’?’

‘I wasted a year of my life on someone who wasn’t you.’ Reaching up to him you repeated his action, tucking the wayward strands behind his ears, caressing his cheeks with your fingers, it felt like a dream & you didn’t want to wake up.

‘Hmm just think of it as you lowered your standards so much for him, that he made me look like an ideal candidate in comparison.’

You hated that he didn’t think of himself highly enough, you shook your head smiling at his goofy grin, ‘Don’t say that please.’

‘Ok, how about this, seeing you lower your standards to that idiot made me get my act together & be the man you deserved.’

‘Better. Or maybe I was completely blind & now I can see.’

He rested his forehead against yours looking deeply at you, you were waiting for a serious meaningful declaration of love to come out, instead ‘you look like a minotaur from this close.’

You laughed batting the super soldiers arm ‘I think you may have gotten your mythical creatures mixed up there.’

‘Nope, it’s the one-eyed creature.’

‘Nope, it’s a human with a horse’s body.’

He shrugged his shoulders, ‘Agree to disagree.’

‘Absolutely not Barnes, where’s my phone?’

‘Oh, now you calling me Barnes, huh, what happened to Sargent.’

You shook your head at him, loving his playful teasing, ‘Your dick is soft, you only get Sargent when sex is on the cards.’

‘Oh, is that right?’ he planted a long slow kiss on your lips.

‘Yep & for people who know the difference between a Minotaur & a Cyclops of course.’

‘Of course,’ He agreed nodding away smugly. ‘Good thing I’m ready to go again then isn’t it? What’s my name?’

You felt him growing within you & it set your skin on fire, it was an indescribable sensation & as you let out a moan & batted your eyelashes at him you couldn’t help but submit to the huge Super Solider, ‘Sargent, Sir.’

‘Are you my good girl?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Will you be my girl?’

‘Yes, Sargent.’

Both your smiles were as wide as the sun as he began picking up the pace of his hips, nowhere near the frantic level it had been before, this was different, slow & intimate, & as if they were magnets your lips found each other’s yet again.

‘Happy Valentine’s Day darlin’.’

🧡💛💚💙💜🤎

[bbiemochi]

(headcannons) what would it be like to date both chiaki and nazuna? how would their unitmates react? or how would they both make it work? also! the reader could be an idol as well :]

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕 | nazuna & chiaki

[an]: i’m back hello—hi there anon let’s pretend this didn’t take a year to post ahahaah 🫠 tysm for requesting!

summary: fans in all across japan wonder…what’s it like to date an idol from the biggest idol company? y/n for sure knows what it feels…

pairing: nazuna & chiaki x g/n!reader! [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff!

NAZUNA NITO

• such a charming and thoughtful boyfriend!

• even if he was busy with idol schedule or university duties, he’d always find a way to have some time for you! <3

• as said, nazuna trusts you with all his heart, so please don’t hurt him! </3 he knows what it’s like to have a broken heart because of being separated.

• the type of bf to drag you into picnic dates (i reassure you they’re going to be sweet and adorable af so be prepared)

• ofc, he makes half of the desserts provided there.

• “here! try some! say, ahh!” a spoonful of sugar with sweetness was met with your tongue. he knows damn well how to make the best desserts.

• expect him to always hold your hand tight when among big crowds. ‘fears he might lose you then a minute later he’s the one who goes missing.

• loves drawing matching doodles in both of your arms! not big ones though, just those small cute designs :3 like a doodle of a bunny for example!

• it’s a little pressuring of how you have to highly keep your guys’ relationship a secret or else everyone will start exploding.

• but let me tell you, nazuna’s always by your side for comfort!

• candid photos of each other!

• he doesn’t like it when you treat him like the child of your relationship ToT

• he’s the oldest among the ra*bits! and even the other unit members from different idol groups!

• alwaysaskpermissionwhengivingheadpats

• let’s not forget, his unit members also have a huge liking towards you!

• including mitsuru! he always clings next to you whenever nazuna would bring you in for practice

• the members were just happy their ni-chan had found someone who understands him sm 🥹 difbsid proud children

[ IF S/O IS AN IDOL, TOO?? ]

• now for this, doing this has to take big (as in really big) responsibilities. idols dating another idol is a sign of danger and social media breakdowns from hardcore fans. the idols have to be extra careful when going out on dates, included.

• nazuna knew he was in love with you. someone from another idol unit. he doesn’t care how many terms or way he’ll say it, but he is highly infatuated with you.

• when he told to his unit members he’s officially has a date, and it was an idol—first, they were super happy for him (of course), though tomoya was the one who cut their celebration short and asked him if hiding a relationship with someone like you, would be easy.

• nazuna knows it isn’t simple. after all, two famous idols going out with one another…and if those idols have extreme fans? it’s almost like a death sentence. sure enough, nazuna will make it work for the both of you. he promises that <3

• dating nazuna as idols…eh, let’s say it was hard to always go out in disguises. masks, sunglasses, hats, you name it. you two did your absolute best to go out and look unrecognisable in public. paparazzis are crazy after all. the cinnamon cafe was the best destination mostly for your dates. praise niki.

• he’ll always make sure the atmosphere around you both is comfortable enough to be in, and once your approval has been ensured, the date begins.

• there were times their producer would invite you for collabs with rab*its, either for a song or a photoshoot, and with wide grins you knew this was the best thing to do while in a secret relationship.

• nevertheless, nazuna would do anything just to stick with you.

• he’ll sneak kisses as a reward at the back rooms ;)

CHIAKI MORISAWA

• buckle in, folks, for being in a relationship with this man is going to be a rollercoaster ride.

• CONGRATS! a hero has saved his love interest!

• being with chiaki morisawa…how do i put my finger into this?

• it’s almost like you’re the mother and he’s that super excited son going on a field trip. a small explanation of your relationship.

• though as said, chiaki’s love language is definitely acts of service without any doubts. he’s a hero after all!

• dates would him: mostly on arcades, karaokes, shopping sprees, and sometimes even visiting toy stores (i’m a 100% serious). this man is a definition of an adult toddler.

• also please don’t bring him into a test of courage :,) he will run like he was usain bolt.

• but he won’t leave you behind! that’s not what a hero does!

• anyways, matching hoodies!

• when he introduced you to his unit, you were immediately greeted by a guy in wet clothes (he just came out of a fountain).

• midori was polite while the other two were loudly shaking your hand.

• “you’re y/n, right?!!! i’m tetora!”

• “i’m shinobu sengoku! nice to finally meet you!”

• they’re like his children tf..(i love them).

• midori was…err, timid. though most of his questions were like: “how are you able to keep up with this guy? isn’t it a bother?” yet you just told him that you were used to it because simply you love him :)

• soon, ryuseitai became so used to your presence it’s so cute ToT

[ IF S/O IS AN IDOL TOO?? ]

• just like nito’s, this was going to be extremely difficult for both you and chiaki, now you two stand as a popular figure in the idols’ industry.

• though, he promises big time, he’ll make it work between you two. he promises that.

• he talked with a lot of producers and managers to let him have this one secret within off the media’s knowledge, and after a long time of consent they agreed.

• actually, i bet he’ll give zero shits if you two are seen in public. he’ll actually be proud to let everyone know you two are a thing now. (depends if your industry is strict, that is).

• “c-chiaki…! wait, we’re in public…!”

• “dash out of the cameras, love!” <33

• you two are fools in love, what else?

• gradually, midori knew about your relationship, and now he’s praying a thousand prayers for your guys’ safety from the media T^T <33

• “idol fans are weird” —midori takamine. but scratch that, he thinks they’re creepy.

• don’t worry! if you two ever run into trouble, ryuseitai is there to rescue the day! chiaki double included.

• there are times things don’t go as planned, and prepare for the most sweetest apology you’ll ever hear from someone. (he’ll drag tetora for help).

• with chiaki as your lover, he promises nothing but affection, acts of service, and words of encouragement. and a ring he’d like to slip in your finger one day.

***

a/n: hi, firstly, i’m so sorry for disappearing for months :,} like i said, i’m a very busy peep, school’s a bithc and what not. motivation is lost these past couple of months and that’s why i took a small break. besides, i’m lowkey getting into blue lock that’s why, too :,3 hope you lovelies understand~ <3 i love u all, mwah. sorry again for late replies for your requests

[hot-bumblebees]

Reliever

Reliever

Fluff and smut.

Nanami x afab reader.

Contains: hand jobs, kinda dominant reader and fingering

…

I got a text from Kento not too long ago. I checked it even though I’m driving. He sent me a location and a ‘please come get me’ and that was it. I put the address into my GPS and followed it.

Once I got to the destination I parked my car and texted him to let him know that I’m here.

Soon enough Kento comes out of the building clutching his side. He opens the door of my car and sit down as he closes the door. He rests his head on head rest, closing his eyes.

I start my car and make my way onto the road. I look at him quickly and then turned my eyes back to the road.

“So… like what happened?” I decided to start the conversation.

He opened one eye and looked at me, then closed it again.

“I got lacerated by a curse,” he explained quietly.

I nod my head slowly as I process what he told me. “ Do you need to go to the hospital?” I ask concerned stopping at the stop light. I reached over and lift his shirt up without warning. There was a cut below his ribs.

Kento replied quickly. ”No. I just want to go home.”

“Ok.” I respond and drive to his house even though I think he should get medical attention I decided to not argue against him. He’s tired man and even though I feel like arguing I won’t for the sake of his health.

Once we got to his apartment I helped him out of the car. We went in the elevator and waited for it to reach his floor. When we reached the floor, we evacuated from the metal box and went straight for his flat. He unlocked our to let us in, he then turned the lights on.

Contrary to popular belief his apartment was pretty well decorated, it had paintings on the walls and nice vases. We take our shoes off and place them on the shoe rack.

“Go take a shower.” I suggest in a kinda demanding way.

He didn’t say anything. He just left straight for the shower.

I went to his room to pick out some clothes and placed it onto the bed. I leave the bedroom and go to the kitchen. I take a bottle of wine out of the liquor cabinet and put it in the freezer so that it cools up faster.

I left to sit on the couch and turn the t.v. On. The news was playing and I decided that I wanted to watch it. They were talking about the weather. I decided to take my phone out to keep me entertained.

After quite a lot of time the bathroom door opened and the bedroom door closed.

A few minutes went by until the door opens and he comes straight to the couch. He sits down beside me.

“Can we change the channel? I don’t feel like watching the news.” His monotone voice said.

I picked up remote off the couch and handed it to him. He changed the channel to some show I’ve never seen before.

“I put a bottle of wine in the freezer. If you’d like me to go get it.” I offered. He nodded. I got up from the couch and got the bottle and two glasses. I brought them back to the couch.

I sit back down on the couch right beside him and poured us each a glass of wine. I pass it to him, he takes a sip of the red liquid before placing it on the table beside it.

“So stressed lately.” I commented and picked the glass up off the table to drink from it.

“Nothing you can do.” He said. Eyes fixed on the tv.

I place my glass back down on the table and move my hand to Kentos upper thigh. He side glanced in my direction.

“I know.” I sigh as draw little circles on his inner thigh.” But…” I look up at him and smile.” I can give you a little reliever…”

He looked a little shocked as if we hadn’t done this kind of thing before. He swallowed making Adam’s apple bobbed.

“So what’s your answer?” I kiss his neck gently. Waiting for an answer.

He rolled his eyes.” Ok.” His voice sounded strained.

I sucked his neck as we shifted positions, I made sure to suck hickeys on to his skin, I find it funny when Gojo teases him about. One of my arms went around his waist, so that he’s kinda laying on me with his short blonde hair wetting my shirt.

I pull lube out of my pocket and his eyes opened at the sound of the bottle opening.” Why do you have lube?” He questioned.

I look him in the eyes and raise my shoulders.” Because… I just do.” I squirt some into my hand. I reached my hand back into his pyjama pants and smother his somewhat hard dick with the lube in my hand. I gently rub his tip, then put his shaft in between my two fingers. Gently going up and down.

He let out a long agitated sigh.” Y/n stop teasing.” He said seriously.

I kiss his forehead.” Aw but it’s fun.” I pout. Even though I want to tease him some more, I don’t want to stress him out more. I wrap my hand around his cock and started to slowly jerk him off.” Want me to go faster? Kento?” His say lowly in his ear.

He slowly nodded his head.

“Use your words Kento.” I ordered as I squeeze his hip harshly.

He rolled his eyes.” Yes please go faster.” His voice was still serious but it was faint.

I speed my hand up. His head tilted back onto my shoulder. His hazy brown eyes look up at me. He groans lightly as his hand grabbed my thighs. My other hand sneaks up his black shirt so that I can play with his nipple. I give him a light peck on the lips, then went in for more. Sucking on his lips and then going for his tongue and intertwining mine with his. I descend my hand down under my pants to rub my clit as I continue my pace on Kento.

Kento pulled away, opening his eyes he looked at me. His eyes followed my arm down to my hand who was playing with clit. His eyes came back up to look me in my eyes as his hand that’s the closest to me comes and tries to take my hand spot.

“Don’t worry about it. This is about you.” I tell him but he still tries to get into my pants.

“What if I want to?” He protests as he grabs my hand and puts my fingers into his mouth, licking my slick off my hand then putting his hand between my legs. I spread them a bit wider to make it easier for him to rub circles on me as I continue my work on him.

I start to fell pre cum drip down his shaft indicating me it won’t be long until he cums.

I bring my other hand to fondle with his balls, which made him moan unexpectedly and buck his hips up. In return his fingers changed to another movement that he knew I enjoyed a little more then the previous.

“You like that?” Kento teased with a sly smile and went to kiss my neck.

“Yeah.” I reply simply. Somehow even though I started touching him earlier I was closer to cumming then him. So I change what I’m doing and return to rubbing up and down in a fast motion. His legs stiffen up at the new sensation.

I felt my orgasm approach making me grind myself self down onto Kentos hand.

“Kento I’m going to cum!” I moan out.

Kento groans.” Me too!” He fucked my hand trying to chase his high.

I moan out his name and twitch as I cum on his hand. He follows along, cumming onto his shirt with a low moan.

He takes his hand out from my pants and wipes them onto his shirt then taking his shirt off throwing it away and then cuddling into me.

“Did that help?” I ask, pulling him closer.

“A little bit.” He answers, giving me a peck on the cheek.

I smile.” I’m glad.”

We spend the rest of the night just watching tv and falling asleep in the end.

[handkinkbis]

A little bit more whining and some suggestions on how to patch up the plot holes under the cut 😂

If Hongjo had been a man we would've surely seen his hero's journey in this show. That's what I remain salty about. Everything in the premise was perfectly set up for witch/shaman Hongjo, but this show just wasn't modern enough for Hongjo to be the hero of her own story. To the show's credit though, Shinyu was also imperfect and quite spineless/selfish with some of his decisions (still loved the man, but just being real).

It shouldn't be a big surprise considering the rich man-poor woman premise of the show. That too is very traditional. But the spells and charms had me fooled! 😂

I'm still so obsessed with the Shinhong chemistry that I could easily rewatch their moments 2-3 times and not get tired of them. I just need to ignore the plot entirely and vigorously and focus on how endearing those two are together. I still can't quite get myself to rewatch the finale out of annoyance, though. 🥲

In my fix it version of Destined:

Hongjo would've recovered Aengcho's memories in ep 15 or 16 and she would've used her witch/shaman powers to put a charm or spell on the gardener to catch him.

Hongjo would've recovered and saved Uram.

The relationship between the gardener's past self and Aengcho would've been explored revealing some kind of history between them leading to his obsession with her and Hongjo. They were both shamans, so perhaps they interacted because of that.

The gardener's moonless magic and lack of physical repercussions for his curses would've been explained. (Also what were the bloody tree tags all about? And what did the cursed plant do exactly?)

Shinyu would've cleared Aengcho's reputation or paid respect to her in some way, as Mujin did kill Aengcho, which allowed Mujin to save himself and (as far as we know) live a relatively fullfilling life with a wife and (cursed) children, while she died young and with the label of prince killer on her name.

The aftermath of Aengcho's death and its effect on Mujin would've been explored more. What happened to Mujin after Aengcho died? Where were Aengcho's remains buried? Did he visit them? Did Aengcho haunt him in his lifetime?

There would've been more flashbacks from purely Aengcho's perspective and about her life as a shaman. Also WHAT WAS HER SECRET TALENT??? ANSWER MEEEEEE

Nayeon's motivations would've been more fleshed out and Hongjo would've stood up to her earlier in the show.

The lazy plot device of having leads run into danger for no good reason would have been avoided entirely.

Shinyu's mother would've gotten a divorce (and dated Wook).

Ms. Ma wouldn't have married Mr. Gong.

Eunwol's secrecy and past life would've been addressed in some way.

(Personal preference, but) Shinyu would've stood up against his father to defend his mother and Hongjo.

Shinyu would've also told Hongjo about his arrangement with Nayeon and he would've dropped Nayeon much sooner out of respect towards both women.

There were endless plot holes, but that's a short list of the changes I'd make to patch them up. I do find myself oscillating between annoyance at the dumb plot and on the other hand charm at the Shinhong chemistry, though. They're just too tender! 😩

[ikemenomegas]

loss is a condition acquired to bury our pity

pairing: Uchiha Madara x Reader a/n: I should be working on something else, but it's like dragging rocks to do that one, and this one emerged somehow; title from the unnatural apologie of shadows; morning glories sometimes stand for short-lived love, yes red ones do exist c/w: omegaverse (alpha reader), grief turning into anger, nihilism, reader and madara both have post-warring states trauma, hints of characters experiencing war-crimes, madara's terrible plans, 18+ below the cut - reminder that alphas of all sexes have cocks

There is no kind love between you and he. Madara lays on his side, watching you wake slowly. He can feel the sun, low and heavy on the horizon.

It feels as he does, autumn reluctant.

He shifts on the futon, relishing the ache between his thighs and the sharper pain of new wounds on his body. He never knew how to love without a fight - brothers, father, friend, and now lover.

But his hands knew precision, they knew gentleness, they had known surrender.

He watched your chest rise and fall in a great sigh, your face turning towards him. With the red blush of dawn starting to peak through the window and splashing across your skin, you reminded him of asagao, morning glory, blooming with the dawn.

This was how you had met: the first two dark-eyed travelers awake in a dusty inn as far away from other people as you could get. He had been alone for too long, the day he had given into speaking with a stranger, seeking news from across the nations.

And then it had amused him to travel alongside you for awhile, as you were going the same direction as he was.

Until one day had stretched into two, and on into many, and you laughingly admitted to his late inquiry into your destination that you had none in mind. So you had been following one another, in an odd roundabout way.

It was the laugh that had done it, he recalls as you stir and wriggle beneath the covers, the heat of your body beginning to rise. It was bitter and biting, aching, like the empty places punched into his own heart.

He'd made you take him that evening, made himself open up to you like he had not done in years to anyone who was not an enemy. He had needed to, to find the right way to get what he wanted.

And what he wanted was not kind. He knew you were capable of it. He had seen your hands too, precise, capable of gentleness, capable of surrender, capable of a fight.

"Where are you from?" he asked.

"Does it matter, anymore?" you had asked, heavy and ironic, lighting the fire with a look that told him you knew he could do it as well and was shoving the duty onto someone else.

It was rather Uchiha of him, although you didn't know that. Fire was new life of all kinds. Maybe he should have given into this sooner. You've built one up more nights than he had on these near-nonexistent roads. In the old ways, it was one of many forms of courtship.

But he knew what you meant. Boundaries were shifting, alliances with it. Loyalty. You were clearly not one of those who bent yours easily.

But he needed to be sure.

"Not making one of the new villages your home then? I've heard they offer safety, negotiating power so we're not all used up against each other."

You gaze at him, long and wearied, as you stir a pot over the bright, flickering flames.

You don't fear exposure on the road, which tells him your are strong enough to do something about it. You are also clearly old enough to have survived many battles, which tells him more.

"It may be misguided of me, but I think you also know that the wars do not end so easily. Peace happens only too late, when both sides have lost too much. It won't last."

There again, that hopeful flicker of something familiar when you said It won't last.

"What will you do, when it starts again?"

You are quiet a long time, long enough for the soup to be done to your satisfaction, the game he caught so easily before this simmering and tender. You have salt carefully stored in a battered wooden container which you have sprinkled over it. The taste of it is, as always, divine.

Salt is still a coveted commodity, but he has seen you pay only with coin, never offering anything more valuable.

You ladle up a healthy portion for him and pass it over before serving yourself and expertly scraping the embers around the pit so the leftovers won't burn while you feed strips of dry wood to the live fire.

Your eyes flicker right to his and it's thrilling. No one wants to look an Uchiha in the eyes.

It feels like being in a time long ago, neither of you have given the other your family name all this time, as is shinobi custom. He wondered if you would look at him so dead on the same way if you knew what he was. He wondered if somehow you didn't know already. He wondered if you knew what it meant to share words and food like this across a living fire.

He cannot call the look in your eyes haunted. There must be some out-of-time out-of-place spirit inside for such a thing. This was the hole in his own heart, the place where regret and sorrow should live.

It blinked away when you found whatever you were looking for.

"Fight if I must, and die in whatever way I should."

It was an oddly unsatisfying answer.

"Why should you die?" he demanded.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You're oddly inquisitive today. What will you do?"

He shrugged and smugly observed the irritated twitch of your eye.

It was all the opening he needed to goad you into further snipping at one another. It felt good, to feel the fire of another mind set against his.

Complaining of the repetitive movement of the road drew you to your feet and although only one person could match him blow for blow, it felt good to spar, to flex those muscles, to see the admiration in your eyes at the smoothness of his movements, to see the vital ferocity in yours.

He did not let you get him down in the dirt, only limited his power so that when he went down it was for real, but when you did, he kissed you, lips pressed full to yours.

You pulled back, full of surprise and questions. He glared at you, full of challenge and accusation until you glared right back and got to work seeing how far you could push him.

It was an alpha thing to do, but not done the way he knew most alphas did things. It was rough, but you were so in tune to every shift of his body, learning him.

It amused him to see you spread out a bedroll. The ground was soft sand and rough, but cushioning grass. It would not have bothered him to do this on the bare earth, but he felt a flash of affection as you ran a hand through his hair and undid the tie before laying him down again, combing out what dust had gathered in his thick, coarse hair, careful, never tugging hard enough for pain.

Tugging at your clothes irritated you. He knew this already because he'd seen the flash of ire as an irritable horse had caught your shoulder when bargaining with some farmer, and then the farmer's children had brushed too close and the reaction had been shinobi-muted, but you'd been in a terrible mood for hours.

He did it now because he refused to be the only one bared. You let him because you understood as much, and Madara relished the first warning nip of teeth against his collarbones as a certain galling heat in your scent spiked. You tugged your arms free of your sleeve with a defiant flash of movement, dragging your teeth over the same spot in a way that made him twist into you, hissing.

You pulled back, pausing. "I hate this world," you said. "It can be nothing but hateful when it has none of what I once loved or protected left in it."

"That is not what you want to tell me," Madara said, his breath hot on your ear as he bit the lobe. Your breath hitched in response.

The ties closing his coat had come apart easily but you could not bring your hands to go any further.

"How did you lose?"

"Slowly," Madara growled, yanking on your other sleeve and relishing the dark bleed into your eyes. "And too much."

"Did you watch it happen?" You shivered beneath his calloused hands, tracing over your shoulders and down, catching on the low edge of your sarashi when he skimmed your hip.

"Oh yes," he groaned as you leaned down and sucked a mark at the hollow of his throat. "I watched him die by inches, for days, while his mate fought to save him."

"Who was it?"

All at once it was too much and it was with an easy surge of strength that Madara flipped the two of you so he was leaning over you, teeth bared.

"Who was yours?"

Your hands were clasped with his, and you turned your head, pressed your lips to his fingers as you answered.

"They held me by my robes while they gutted her slowly, right in front of me. It was not fast enough."

You tilted your head to look at him and he saw that same detached absence in your eyes that he knew filled him whenever he spoke of his own last, worst loss. He was also certain that the full story of the event was worse than your abbreviated explanation.

He let you go slowly, untangling his fingers from the bunched fabric pulled down from your shoulders and pooling around your ribs on the bedroll. He sat back and you lifted yourself on an elbow.

He knew you were watching his hands when he shed his jacket. The high collar caught scent and held it close to his skin and he could see the way your pupils blew out as it released and wafted over you.

The scent of your own arousal pleased him. He'd been told before that he was handsome, and it was nice to be admired, thought beautiful.

There was no one else for miles and miles. Without shame, Madara reached down, slid his hand under his waistband and cupped himself. He was slicked-wet.

When he withdrew his hand, he caressed your cheek, felt how you shuddered and turned toward that concentrated portion of his essence.

You did not care that he smelled like blood and the sweet bite of rice grain alcohol. Maybe he would find more like you if he spoke to more people, but he had found you.

You tried to trade places with him once more, but he resisted you, his teeth bared and expression wild. You attempted to lean back and he snarled, deep and feral.

That sound called out to something in you, and you snarled back. He tugged on the exposed mesh armor that covered your chest and arms, and you made an ugly sound in the back of your throat.

"Take it off," Madara commanded.

And suddenly you were angry. He wanted so badly to see what the world had done to you?

He was alight with some kind of victory as you pulled the disarranged top over your head and extricated yourself from the mesh.

He finally did the same as you finished, pulling off his own thin layer, baring scars that spoke of survival.

You came together in a bruising collide, upright like wrestlers, nails scratching at one another as though to mark the moment as different from a state of blind existence.

It was a different kind of violence, but one that he thought perhaps he could get used to. He had already learned there was no replacing what was lost, but here was someone who understood as no one else had.

He pulled his pants off only enough to expose himself, impatient suddenly for something more. You bit his lip when he did the same to you, pulling at the ties on your pants until he could get your cock to spring free.

He was at such an angle where the tip immediately bumped up against his slick opening and the sensation surprised him, invigorated him.

But you were watching him ever so warily.

He moved his hand so that it was beneath him and shivered as he began stretching himself open, the slick sounds of his fingers in his own opening goading you into biting hard on his chest, your fingers digging into his shoulder blade hard enough to bruise.

His scent was a riot around you, heady and clean somehow. He did not smell like the sick, dead tang of a battlefield, but like new iron, ready for steel.

You licked a stripe up his sternum and he shivered, back arching.

His fingers were cooling and wet when he gripped onto your shoulder, nails grasping like claws. The flash of pain spurred you onward and you guided his hip with one hand and yourself with the other until you were pushing up and inside of his hot, wet heat.

The sharp spike in his scent, like the exhale of breath over a clear cup of rice wine, spilled over.

Madara ground down on you, pulling you deeper.

"It's all a farce," he murmured into your ear finally.

You were breathing hard against his chest, buried to the hilt inside of him. You didn't know if it had hurt, to take you all at once, but you knew if it had that he would not care.

"What is this reality worth?" He showed you for only a few seconds the type of pace he wanted you to set, and then urged you on, scoring a line of red marks over your ribs.

You bucked up into him, hitting deep places that put stars across his vision, better even than being dashed over the head or bled near dry.

He straddled your hips. Your legs were braced against the ground to give you more leverage. Yes, his intuition had never truly failed him, and he could feel the strength of your body pressed against his, inside of him.

If he were the type for children, you would have made a good enough sire.

You took him with a warrior's precision and knowledge that time was never on your side, but you also held him in your warrior's perception. He let himself shiver at the intensity of that focus.

You took advantage of the way every shift of his body made his insides tighten around you and heighten his own sensation. You played the remaining soft points on his body like an expert at the koto.

It had been so long since there was time for music, he had not thought to check your callouses for the kind of wire that didn't mean to draw blood and kill breath.

He should ask you to play, he decided as you dragged a shiver from him like a run from the instrument, your nails dragging a pattern across his back and down to his hips and thighs.

He came when you drew blood on him, your teeth digging hard enough into the muscle of his breast to mark him for days.

As ever, once the pulsing shocks had calmed enough to make him want it, he gave as good as he got and reared back, leveraging himself enough to bite down on your shoulder. Hard.

You bared your teeth, some of them outlined in his blood, but locked the roar away in your chest, well practiced in keeping essential silence.

You felt the force of Madara's will lock down against your own, pushing you towards your own completion. Because that wasn't just a retaliation bite, which would have been welcome and well-deserved.

That was an omega's bite, placed over a scent-gland with the intent to own.

Madara did not bite down in a normal way either, sinking his teeth in carefully to leave an elegant scar. He bit like you were enemies, twisting his head as he did, as if daring you to watch him, to stop him, to stop pressing up into him, coaxing his finish long.

It was a very, very old way to do things, a fire way to do things, in more ways that one. The Sarutobi had regimented ways of doing this, now, involving agreed upon combat, and a certain amount of posturing. Some of the other close-fire clans told old tales of mates courting by fighting, long and hard until someone gave in.

You placed your fingers in a loose ring on the nape of his neck, the only moment you would give him to change his mind. He could feel the swelling of your knot at his opening.

Uchiha Madara did not easily change his mind.

You bite was cleaner than his but broke the skin all the same, shredding down until you could taste him, blood and blood and that sharp fragrant note underneath of it.

You bucked up into him, harder, faster, abandoning the normal course of seduction, and lighting his nerves on fire instead of easing them.

He groaned, hard and euphoric, with blood still in his own mouth. Your knot, filling him full, pushed him back over the edge, easy enough, and he let it go, felt the pulse of it behind his eyes. He felt your warmth fill him and it felt right, satisfying. He had been his own fire for so long.

"Madara," you groaned in turn. You did not stop moving, even as he pulsed and fluttered around you, even though it must be causing you your own discomfort.

You laved your tongue over the mark you had left behind, which both eased the ache of it and made it sting as you disturbed the fresh wounds.

It was enough to remind him that all the pain in the world was just a moment, bright like sparks.

All will be as it should, better even, someday.

He had not quite meant to bond with you the first time, but it seemed fitting, after. You had stayed knotted within him long enough to send him into a third, near painful finish, and there were many more bites across both of your shoulders.

He touched one of those now, which had scarred fainter than the bondmark, but still showed evidence of that first, true encounter.

You started, suddenly perfectly alert, half-sitting. Alert to the world around him, around you.

"Wha'sit?"

He smirked a bit at the stumbling stiffness of your tongue. A low, rumbling purr coaxed out from him, filling the room. You spared a brief brush of awareness over him, which was wise of you, but otherwise flopped back down among the cushions.

He curled up against your back so that you own chest cavity was filled with the echoes of him, your senses vibrating with it.

It was not comforting and was not meant to be.

"It's today?" you asked, after you knew the words would not slur and your heartbeat was back to rock-steady.

"Mhm," Madara hummed through the purring.

It wasn't really the right answer. It could have been any day, but if you said so -- well, you had a sense for these things, a nose for disaster that he'd seen develop among some of his own clansmen.

You certainly had a nose for the restlessness that took him, that demanded satisfaction the way his heart had once demanded escape to the riverbank. And despite what Hashirama thought, he did plan their little competitions. Around his own whims, certainly, but they were not entirely random.

"I'll find you, after" he promised. The purring faded, but the warmth of sunlight filling the little room took its place.

It invigorated him, warmed his muscles. You were not so in tune with such things, but he felt the quiet flex and extension of your hands and feet and then your wrists and ankles as you shifted beneath the covers.

He leaned over you, pressing his lips to one of those old scars, fingers finding one of the new marks he left on you.

He will want a bath, before he goes. This is his. He's not interested in Hashirama accusing him of an accomplice. Although he of all people should forgive Madara of no longer being so alone.

You stroked over his knuckles, scarred and toughened with over two decades of battle. "You always do."

With him here, you could believe that the lonely, aching emptiness was just a dream.

With him, it was not kindness, not like the closer, comforting love he had observed between other mates, but you knew his dream, knew his loss and did not deny it.

He thought again of his plan, and looked forward to what would likely be the last time he met his once and only friend. He no longer had the Nine-tails but for a final feint he himself would be enough.

Just as this was. He would not be alone on the other side.

For now, that would be enough.

[dragon-kazansky]

What lies within

Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x Reader

Regency AU

Female Reader

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Warnings: Sexy duke 😏

The duke returns after years overseas. He has no intention of marrying. However, your father has leverage over him and you find yourself trapped.

Can love be found in the Iceman’s heart, or are you destined to be lonely forever?

Word count: 1.4k

Chapter Nine - The future holds the answers

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Bob had caught up to you eventually. You were walking quickly down the road. If you kept on going you would reach the town. It’s a long walk, but you have all done it before. Often you would take the long walk to town with your siblings.

When Bob had caught up to you, he walked beside you quietly. It wasn’t until the town came into view that either of you spoke.

“You didn’t have to come with me, Bob,” you say.

“I wanted to. I was worried about you,” he replies.

You smile softly.

“What are you going to do?” Bob asks you.

You sigh softly as you look around the streets. People are going about their business, the air is alive with chatter, horses, and laughter.

“There is nothing I can do. She threatens to make up lies about it if we do not announce our engagement. She has hung that over his head all these years. Just because he did not stay and marry her. She must have brought it up every time she asked for money. Oh Bob, as much as I like the man, I cannot marry him. Lord Simpson has always been a friend to us. He has looked out for us.”

“I know.”

“But I suppose it won’t be so bad. I will be looked after, and I make sure you still looked after too,” you tell your brother.

Bob frowns.

“You shouldn’t have to do that. What about Lord Seresin? Could you not speak with him about it?”

“What could he do to help? I am trapped.”

Bob looks around as if the answer could possibly be in town somewhere. He wants to help you. He needs to help you. Perhaps there is a way to free both you and Lord Simpson from your mother’s grasp. 

Something catches Bob’s eye.

“The duke!”

You turn to Bob.

“What?”

“Look,” Bob gestures over to where he’s looking. You turn and see the duke with Lord Kerner. They’re stood outside of the tailors talking to one another.

As if he knew you were there, the duke looks up.

You find yourself forgetting to breath for a moment. What was it about his eyes that had that effect on you?

You turn to Bob.

“What about him?” You ask.

“Talk to him. Maybe he could help,” Bob urges.

“How? I would only end up trapping him too,” you sigh and turn away completely, walking away. Bob is quick to catch up to you.

The duke follows you with his eyes, frowning at your quick departure. He turns to his friend and makes his excuses to leave. He follows after where you went.

Tom had been unable to stop thinking about you after the tea party. He found you to be very pleasant company, but when you had rushed off after Lord Simpson, he became concerned. You had promptly left his friend’s estate with your family; the atmosphere having changed after you were gone.

Something had happened and he wanted to know what.

Mrs Kerner had told him, long after everyone else had gone, that you were concerned about what your mother was up to. She feared you were in a bit of trouble and expressed her thoughts with him. The duke, for the first time since meeting you, felt the urge to meddle. He was concerned about you.

The duke finds you and your brother sitting on a wall a little outside of the main shopping district in town. He makes his way over.

“What troubles you?” He asks.

You look up quickly, having not noticed he had followed you. You find yourself at a slight loss at what to say or do.

“Your Grace,” Bob bows his head.

“Don’t worry about that, what’s happened? Why did you leave so suddenly the other day?” He asks, looking at you.

You are unable to meet his eyes.

“I apologise our walk was cut short. Perhaps telling another soul with ease my worries. He is a good man, so at least I have that.”

“He?” The duke asks.

“By betrothed. I am, as of this morning, engaged. I am to announce it at the next ball.”

“You do not sound pleased,” he says.

“I am not. I have nothing but respect for Lord Simpson, but he is not someone I wish to marry. He has looked after my siblings and me for many years, but I never thought this would happen. My mother holds all the cards here. She will tell lies to the paper if we do not announce our engagement at the next ball.”

“Blackmail?” He asks.

“Yes. Lord Simpson and my mother seem to have... history. She has hung it over his head all these years to get what she wants from him. It seems she will get what she wants again.”

You miss the way the duke clenches his fist beside him.

“Is there nothing I can do?” He asks.

“No. I do not wish to trap you too.”

“Trap me?” He asks.

You shake your head.

“Please, don’t get involved. You do not understand how far she will go. It is probably for the best that I marry Lord Simpson. He will look after me.”

“Do you love him?” He asks.

“Not like that. Love has nothing to do with it.”

“The ball is in 2 days,” the duke tells you.

“I know.”

“May I escort you home?” He asks.

“You don’t have to, we can walk back,” you tell him.

He finds himself hating that you won’t look at him. The duke takes another step closer. Your gaze shifts to his shoes.

“Look at me,” he says.

You lift your gaze to meet his eyes.

“Let me take you both home,” he says. The duke holds out his hand to you.

You take his hand and hop off the wall. Bob smiles from beside you. You walk with the duke and your brother to the duke’s carriage. He helps you inside and then lets Bob in before he climbs in too.

You find yourself looking at Kazansky as you are taken home.

He is looking at you too.

Bob pretends he doesn’t notice the way you’re looking at each other. He smiles to himself, turning his head to the window so you don’t notice. Perhaps the duke can help.

The carriage pulls up outside of your home.

The duke exits first, followed by Bob, and then you. You take the duke’s hand as he helps you out. The house seems quiet, and you get the sneaky sense that your mother has stolen Carole away for wedding preparations.

Bob waits by the door of the house while you turn to the duke.

“Thank you,” you say.

“No need to thank me. I’m doing what every other gentleman would,” he offers you the smallest of smiles and, in that moment, you swear the world seemed brighter.

“You’d be surprised by how little truth those words hold,” you tell him.

“Oh?”

“I am no one. Gentlemen do not offer me anything.”

Tom smiles a little wider.

“I wouldn’t say you’re no one.”

“Oh, but I am. I have no standing in the world. I am just me,” you say.

“Well, I like you.”

You stare at him.

“I mean to say, I like you as you. Not whoever your mother is trying to push upon you for others,” he says.

“Oh...”

“I should take my leave now. I think I spot your father glaring at me from the window.”

You glance behind you to find the duke to be correct. You turn back to Kazansky.

“Thank you, again.”

Tom takes your hand and brings it to his lips. He places the softest of kisses upon your knuckles. You find yourself swallowing nervously. His blue eyes do not turn away from you as he kisses your hand.

He stands back up right, your hand still in his.

“Do not fear for what your future holds. I firmly believe you can have what you want if you find it. You still have time to change your fate.”

“I do not know how,” you confess.

Tom offers you another smile.

“I might,” he says.

With that he drops your hand and takes his leave. You do not enter the house until the carriage is out of sight. Your heart beats wildly in your chest.

You’re not sure what is happening, but you like it.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

The Best Surprise

Pairing: Matt Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 3,696

Summary: You reminisce about your life with Matt while planning to surprise him with your son at a show. With the help of Nick, Kenny, and Brandon, Matt is in for the best surprise.

Warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy and childbirth

Requested by: rihannaprotor14 on Wattpad

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You always dreamed that this would be your life, and here you were — a loving husband and, in your opinion, the world’s cutest baby boy.

You’ll never forget the day you meet your husband. It was a warm, sunny day in California, you had just moved from your hometown about two months ago, still finding your way around town. You remembered being completely and utterly lost until a kind stranger noticed your confused and panicked face and offered to help. You immediately knew who he was, having seen plenty Young Bucks matches over the years. Your savior was none other than Matt Jackson.

He so sweet and helpful the entire time he was explaining that you had just gotten turned around, offering to walk with you to your destination since he was headed in that direction too. You accepted his offer and the pair of you headed off down the street in the right direction this time, until a voice called out, “Hey! Matt, where are you going? We gotta get to the house, we told mom we wouldn’t be late!” You knew immediately, not just from the words, but from the voice that it was Nick, clearly confused on where his brother was going and what he was doing.

You looked up at Matt, curious on what his response would be. “Go ahead! I’ll be there soon! I got something I need to do first.” Matt replied, stopping to turn and face his younger brother. You stopped as well, not wanting to get lost anymore than you already were.

Nick realized quickly what was happening, he knew Matt and he knew his brother would never turn down the opportunity to help anyone — especially a pretty woman like you. Nick just nodded at his brother with a knowing grin. “Alright. I’ll see you later.” Nick shakes his head and begins his journey to his parent’s house in the opposite direction.

You froze, seeing Nick going in the other direction. Why did Matt lie? Does he really want to help me that bad? “I thought you said you were going this way, or is Nick taking a short cut?” You were confused and wanted to know what was going on in Matt’s head. You eyed his face for a reaction, the one you got was one you weren’t expecting. Matt Jackson was blushing.

“Well… I— I did lie. I’m not really going this way, but I didn’t want you to get more lost or worse — some creep try to help you instead. You probably don’t want my help now, so I guess I’ll go catch up with Nick.” Matt rambled, guilt written all over his face.

“No! I— I mean, no, you don’t have to go. I would still love your help. Like you said, I’d rather have your help than some creepy guy’s help.” Matt made you nervous and you just thought it was because he was a famous wrestler, but as he talked with you as you two made your way down the street, you knew that wasn’t the case. You felt butterflies in you stomach, your heart was racing, palms were sweaty. Little did you know, Matt was feeling those same things too.

After that day, you didn’t know if you would see Matt again, he was a busy man after all. It was about a month later when you were entering your favorite little coffee shop that you ran into Matt again. You smiled to yourself, remembering how he helped you find your way. You ordered your coffee and took a seat by the window while you waited.

Nick had noticed you sitting by the window while Matt had went to the restroom. Nick debated on inviting you to sit with them, Matt had been driving him crazy the past month talking about you nonstop. Sure, it was cute but after a while, Nick wanted to either plug his ears or glue Matt’s mouth shut. Nick had to admit that he was happy to see Matt with this glow and happiness about him, meeting you really helped Matt get out of the funk he was in recently.

Nick was about to head over to your table but Matt retuned before he could. Nick nudged Matt and pointed over to you. “Your girl’s over there.” Nick teased his brother, grinning as he watched Matt’s face light up not even paying attention to what Nick had called you. “Go invite her over, unless you want to ask her out then I’ll go home.” Nick tells Matt as both brothers watch you get your coffee from the barista and return to your seat.

“I can’t ask her out already! We’ve only met once before this.” Matt quietly exclaims. Matt really did want to ask you out but he didn’t want to rush things and ruin them or scare you off. His gut and heart are on the same page for once, telling him that he should go for it anyways, but he just can’t bring himself to do it… yet. “I’ll invite her over.”

Matt took his time reaching your table, going over what to say to you in his head, his heart accelerating with every step, throat going dry, and palms growing sweaty. He finally reached your table and decided that he would just be casual. “Hi.” He smiles that million dollar smile at you, watching your face light up as you recognize his voice.

“Matt!” You exclaimed, thrilled that he was there but most importantly, ecstatic that he remembered you despite the month gap since your first meet. “Have a seat! How have you been? That was a great match Wednesday, I had no doubt you three would win.” You gush, referring to The Elite winning the Trios Championships.

“Thanks! It was a great match wasn’t it?” He chuckled at your excitement. “I’m actually here with Nick, just over there.” Matt turns to point to the table where Nick should be, but he’s gone. Matt knew exactly what Nick was doing, leaving so he would have to spend some one-on-one time with you, an unofficial date. “Well, he was over there.” Matt shook his head, he knew better than to leave the table. He’s done it to Nick before and after all Matt taught Nick everything he knows.

You laughed, having seen Nick slip out of the coffee shop when Matt had his back turned. “Yeah, I saw. He left a few moments ago. If you were going to hang out a little longer, you can sit with me.” You offered, gesturing to the chair across from you.

“You know what? That would be great.” Matt grinned, trying fight off the blush creeping up on his cheeks. He would have to remember to thank Nick later for ditching him like that.

You surprised yourself at the words that left your mouth. You were typically on the shyer side but something about Matt made you feel at ease and more outgoing.

The conversation was fun, exchanging stories and sharing dreams for the future. Time passed quickly, neither of you realized two hours had passed by until Matt got a call. “I gotta take this. It’s Nick.” Matt informs you, after reading the caller ID. You smile and nod, gesturing for him to answer.

Once the phone call is over, Matt gave you an apologetic look. You knew he had to leave, you didn’t want him to as selfish as that was. “Go on. You’re a busy man, I get it. I had a great time anyways.” You did your best to not sound so disappointed, but by the look on Matt’s face, you didn’t do a good job.

“I’m really sorry. I forgot about this family dinner.” Guilt was all over Matt’s face. He hated to leave you like this, but he couldn’t miss this dinner. He went to stand but stopped, a thought popped into his head. Just ask her for her number. You know you want to, that way you wouldn’t worry about not seeing her again. Or you could ask her out before it’s too late. She might end up dating someone by the time you see her again. Those thoughts raced through Matt’s head. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth, “Can I have your number?” He just blurted it out before he chickened out. He shyly looked at you, worried he was being out of line or something.

Relief washed over his handsome face when you held out your hand with the prettiest smile he had ever seen. “Sure. I would love that actually.” You typed your number into his phone as he did the same. “This is probably too soon and sudden but, would you want to get some lunch tomorrow? If you’re not busy, of course.” You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’ve had since you first met him. Your gut and your heart agreed that Matt Jackson was special, and he was going to be apart of your life from now on.

Matt froze. Did you just ask him out? He was supposed to be the one to ask you out. He had to admit, he was relived that the pressure was off him. “I would love that actually.” He grinned repeating your words from a few minutes ago. He had a good feeling about this, feeling less nervous and more comfortable. As cliché as it was, Matt knew you were the one — he was going to marry you one day.

It was about three days later when you and Matt finally got to go on that date. Even though you asked him out, he insisted on taking you out to this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that he just knew you would love. You didn’t argue with him too much about it because he sounded so excited about it. Matt arrived at your apartment ten minutes early, he was just so thrilled to be going out with you that he didn’t want to be late. When you opened the door, Matt’s breath got stuck in his throat. You looked absolutely gorgeous. “Wow! You look…. Wow…” That was all Matt could manage to get out, his brain short circuiting causing him to be unable to form proper sentences.

You blushed, looking down at the floor. You’ve never received this type of reaction in the past, and you could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. You took a deep breath and looked up at Matt, your eyes meeting his. “You look very handsome, Matt. I was worried I over dressed.” You nervously clasped your hands together to keep from fidgeting too much.

“You dressed just right, better than alright.” Matt reassured you. “Oh! I got you these.” He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. “I wasn’t sure what ones you liked to I got a variety.” He rubbed the back of neck as he held the bouquet out to you. Your heart melted at the sweet thought. None of your previous boyfriends put any thought into dates, so Matt had really taken you off guard.

The date went beyond what you expected, the food was delicious and Matt was a complete gentleman, opening doors and pulling out your chair. Once again, the conversation flowed smoothly, like you two had known each other for years. You couldn’t believe it was real, subtly pinching yourself every so often to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

Thankfully, you weren’t dreaming that day because you ended up going out with Matt again three more times before he asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you said yes.

Matt introduced you to his family not long after that. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Matt kept telling you that you had nothing to worry about, that he would be there and Nick too. He was right. Everything went smoothly, you loved his parents and siblings, you just hoped they loved you too. You knew they did when his mom and sister invited you out for a girls day two days later. The girls told you all kinds of stories about Matt and Nick as kids and teens, most stories were about Matt though and you appreciated the ammo you had now for some playful teasing when you saw him again.

Three years later, you were walking down the aisle to marry none other than Matthew Jackson — the love of your life. The wedding was simple, beautiful nonetheless. Matt was standing at the alter waiting for you to make your grand entrance and when you did, boy did he cry at how beautiful you looked and realizing that this was no dream. At the reception, Nick gave a speech about the newlyweds, telling the story about how you two met, how Matt could never seem to shut up about you — he still doesn’t shut up about you. Nick made sure to finish his speech on a sweet but funny note in true Nick fashion.

Two years later, you and Matt discovered you were going to be parents. You were both excited by the news and couldn’t wait to tell everyone. Nick knew first and it wasn’t because he’s always with Matt, it was because he may or may not have waltzed into yours and Matt’s home to be met with ‘OH MY GOD!!! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY!!!’. Nick couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction. He was thrilled to be an uncle and knew you and Matt would be amazing parents.

The whole pregnancy Matt was by your side, requesting time off from work to stay with you instead — he didn’t want to miss a single thing. You told Matt to go to work, at least until the last few months, but Matt Jackson is a stubborn man. The entire pregnancy was spent with Matt waiting on you hand and foot, even if you could do something, Matt would insist on doing it instead. At first you hated it because you still more than capable of doing your everyday routine, but as the later months came along you were thrilled to have Matt doing things for you. You needed some water? Matt’s on it. You want some random off-the-wall craving that makes him gag? He’d suck it up and get it for you. You wanted a foot rub? Your wish was his command.

Those nine months came and went, and it was time for you to give birth to yours and Matt’s first baby — a precious baby boy. You were grateful for Matt never leaving your side, encouraging you, letting you all but break his hand as you pushed and yell at him for doing this to you in between pushes. Matt took it all like a champ. He knew once it was all over you’d feel bad for all the things you said to him and about him during delivery and if he had to suffer an almost broken hand to meet his baby then so be it.

A cry filled the room signaling you did it! You welcomed your sweet boy into the world and couldn’t help but cry as the nurse finally passed you your baby. Matt wasn’t any better off, he was a crying mess too. If Nick had been in the room he would have snapped a picture.

Speak of the devil, the door opened and entered Nick and his wife. Just like you thought, Nick just had to snap a picture of the crying family. Nicks wife smacked his arm when she heard the click of the camera. “What? Matt did it to us first.” He whined for being scolded.

Nick’s comment made you and Matt laugh while sniffling. You waved him and his wife over. “Wanna hold your nephew?” You offered, knowing how excited Nick was about the baby, arguably more excited than you and Matt. Nick was quick to carefully scoop up your son.

“Wait! I didn’t get to hold him yet!” Matt pouted, eliciting laughter from you and Nick’s wife.

Fast forward to the present day, Matt was back at work despite him trying to negotiate more time off with you and the baby. He never knew just how much he could love someone until your baby boy came along. Matt was constantly doing things for you and the baby, cooking, cleaning, helping you bathe your son, helping feed and change dirty diapers and tending to your son in the middle of the night. Honestly, Matt was a life saver and you loved watching him with his son, the baby talk, playing peekaboo, doing anything to get him to laugh. You had probably thousands photos of your two boys already and your son wasn’t but a few months old.

Today, you had a surprise for Matt. With the help of Nick, Kenny, and Brandon, you and your son were going to surprise Matt at the show. It wasn’t but an hour drive from your home so you came up with the idea, especially seeing and hearing how down Matt was about being away from his two loves and you could tell your son was missing his dad by how he would cry for him and refuse to eat for you on occasion.

Nick and Kenny teamed up to keep Matt occupied while Brandon helped you with the baby outside. Brandon filled you in on what was going on, the guys had told Matt they were going to film for Being the Elite which wasn’t entirely a lie, they really were just not at the moment.

Brandon stopped outside the the dressing room door and told you to wait for his cue. You nodded excitedly, unable to wait to see the look on Matt’s face. Brandon entered the room and you listened as he talked with the other men. “But that’s not all. We have a surprise for you.” You heard Matt begin to protest but Brandon cut him off. “Trust me, this is the best surprise.”

That was your cue. You turned the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. “Is there a Mr. Matthew Jackson here?” You asked, pretending to be clueless but the huge smile on your face gave you away.

The look on Matt’s face, once he whipped around upon hearing your voice and your son’s babbling, was priceless. You definitely wanted to surprise him more often. Nick, Kenny, and Brandon couldn’t help but smile as well, thrilled that they managed to keep Matt from finding out you were coming with the baby. “What are you— But how— When did—” Matt fumbled over his words, shocked that you were standing before him with your son in his carrier, who was grinning and clapping his little hands.

“You just gonna stand there or are you gonna kiss your wife?” Kenny chuckled, nudging Matt forward. That was all Matt needed to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you like he hadn’t seen you in years. You smiled into the kiss, forgetting that the two of you had an audience.

“Alright, alright. Break it up you two. There’s a child present.” Nick teased, glancing down at his nephew who was having the time of his life playing peekaboo with Kenny.

“You’re right.” Matt said, realization appearing on his face. He swiftly grabbed a bandana and slipped it over Nick’s eyes. “That’s much better!” He exclaimed, a chorus of laughter erupting from the group.

“Haha. Very funny.” Nick rolled his eyes and tossed the bandanna onto the table.

“Now let me see my sidekick.” Matt slipped away from you and Kenny passed your baby over to Matt.

You and the guys watched Matt interact with his son. It made your heart melt with how sweet and gentle Matt was with him, and glancing over at the guys, it’s safe to say they felt the same as you by the looks on their faces. Matt was talking away to the baby who babbled in return, both clearly caught up in their own little world and speaking their own little language as only a dad and son can.

“Thanks for helping me pull this off fellas. I hate when both my boys are feeling down and missing one another.” You tell them, breaking your gaze from your adorable little family to your very amazing friends turned family.

“You know you’re right Brandon. This is the best surprise, thanks for doing this guys. I really appreciate it and I really needed it.” Matt finally broke his gaze from his son and his eyes landed on his brother, best friends and you, a great big smile etched on his face.

“Why don’t you take him out there at the end of the show? Like you, he loves attention.” You grin, knowing just how much this would mean to Matt. Just imaging your son eating up the spotlight as Matt shows him off is enough to make your heart melt.

Matt’s eyes met yours, wide and hopeful. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! He’s already a star in the making thanks to you four.” You chuckle, watching Brandon scoop your son up from Matt’s arms. The three men spent what felt like hours playing with the sweet baby while you and Matt looked on. “Who would have thought this would be our life?” You question.

“I did.” Matt placed a gentle kiss you cheek and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You swooned, turning to face him and pulling him into a sweet kiss.

What no one knew was that Brandon had caught everything on camera, and while editing the upcoming Being the Elite episode, he couldn’t resist throwing in some footage of Matt and his baby. That episode was hands down the cutest one that anyone had ever seen. The internet was blowing up over the cuteness of Matt and his little boy. You and Matt smiled as you rewatched the episode, cuddle up on the couch on the couch of your home with your little boy in Matt’s lap who excitedly babbled and clapped at seeing himself, his family, and all his new friends on the screen.

You certainly were living out your dream, filled with all the best surprises.

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please,,,, some cyrus fluff,,, i'm like one of the 6 cyrus fuckers- hybrid au random guy au anythign,,

I am biased in my browless pokemon men i apologise

cw: fluff, taking Cyrus on vacation, short

It was hard to read the man at the best of times. Cyrus was someone who claimed to emotionless, so it was definitely done with intention. He stood stiffly as you wandered around the foreign region in search of places of interest. After what happened with him in Sinnoh and his plans to nearly summon a world-ending scenario thankfully coming to a sudden halt, you decided it would be best for you both to get out of the region for a while.

You wondered if Kanto was a good choice, but you recalled his ancestry traced back here. Maybe there would be something oddly nostalgic to it all. Saffron was loud a busy, but a sight to compare to Jubilife. You gazed around in awe at the towering buildings and the sheer number of people swarming around the city. It felt so far away from what you were used to. Cyrus stood with a neutral, and mildly annoyed you would dare say, expression. Grasping his hand tighter, you tilted your head at him.

“Who was your ancestor that left this place for Sinnoh?” you asked him, “I wonder what compelled them to leave a place as fruitful as this for somewhere as desolate as Sinnoh was back then.” Cyrus shook his head.

“She was an important member of an expedition team if I recall correctly,” he told you, “As for why in general, I find myself pondering that, too.” You knew his family life was a sensitive topic, but you wondered about the people who raised Cyrus endlessly. Was he always like this? It seemed unlikely. Then again, you could not see the stoic man running around as a giggly, happy child either.

“Ah,” you replied, “Well, since we're here, why don't we explore a bit? This place is way bigger than Jubilife.” Cyrus gave a light nod. You both walked around the city before settling into a small noodle shop as a destination. No other places called to you, it seemed. Your orders came out, and you found yourself laughing at his choice. Cold soba was a dish that would call to him.

As you both enjoyed your meal, you listened as his phone rang a few times. He ignored it, instead choosing to focus on his meal. It was likely the admins of Team Galactic. They had become worried by his sudden shift away from obtaining the legendary pokemon and towards properly running an electricity company. It was hard to look them in the eyes. You had been a large part of why he put an end to those goals.

“Have you heard of those new Rotom phones?” you asked him, aware of his small affinity towards the electrical ghost, “I guess people are always coming up with new ways to use pokemon, huh?”

“You sound like that group from Unova with your choice of the word “use,””, Cyrus chided you lightly, “Saturn is contacting me. That is all.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed his free hand across the table. His skin was quite pale, you noted. His veins were as blue as his hair.

“Do you think I should join them? Do they require bowl cuts, too, do you think?” you joked, “I was wondering if you would like one? You could use a new phone… I think yours is still from 2008.” He shot you a look with such annoyance present in it that it almost made you laugh. He put his flip phone away.

“I believe they dress like medieval Galarian knights,” was his response, “I believe I patented the team with bowl cuts and space suits.” You gave a laugh at his joke. It was impossible to believe he made one, but you supposed you had been messing around about his uniform for his employees since you first saw them.

Your meal was finished before you realised it, and you made your way to your hotel. It was a quiet one away with a higher price tag than you would have preferred, but Cyrus had insisted on having less people around. His preference to be somewhere more isolated made sense with how he was. Crashing against the bed, you watched as Cyrus put his luggage away. He had taken business trips before, you recalled. Who was he meeting up with at that time?

Removing yourself from the soft mattress, you approached the man, who was somehow only in his late twenties. Just as his eyes moved to glance at you, you brought him in for a tight embrace. Burying your face into his nape, you sighed. He stood stiffly for a moment before awkwardly bringing a single arm around you to pat your back. He always felt a bit chilled, yet there was an odd warmth to him. Something that made you wonder if he wished for emotions more than he hated them.

“I love you,” you told him softly, gazing up into his light coloured eyes, “I hope we can find something we both enjoy tomorrow… I planned on us visiting Johto for a short while before heading back here.” He remained silent for a moment.

“They won't let you into Bell Tower,” he simply replied, and you pouted at him.

The gentle look in his eyes made your heart swell despite his teasing. You gave a warm smile towards him and pecked a kiss to his lips.

Cyrus knew that his frozen exterior could only be melted by you.