#however if anyone does want any gifs of him from this shoot me an ask and im happy to make a few!

[izzy-b-hands]

Paul Young & Jamie Moses Blue Shadows on the Trail (Live Unplugged)

[antiquarianfics]

Accidental pt. 2

What happens when you accidentally kidnap the exact man you were looking for?

pairing: mob!bucky x reader

warning(s): canon level violence, kidnapping, profanity

a/n: the comments on the last pt. were so affirming, omg. thanks, guys. anyway, here's a second part. ig the same idea stands: if this does well, maybe i'll do a pt. 3?

part 1

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"You're looking for a man by the name of Barnes, James Barnes. He's the owner of the bar you took me from, and he's the head of the Barnes Family. He'll have the answers you're looking for."

"Where can I find him?"

The man grins, a dashing smile.

“I’m right here, Doll.”

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Somehow, against your instincts, you manage not to take a step back. You keep your feet planted in front of the man, eye twitching a little, jaw clenching.

“You’re James Barnes?” You say, voice devoid of any real emotion.

“Disappointed? Looking for someone less handsome?” He shoots you a cheeky grin.

You scoff. “More like I wasn’t expecting to kidnap a mob boss.”

James laughs, a genuine laugh. “No, I bet you weren’t. However, I do have to say, I’m impressed. Not just anyone can take me by surprise.”

“How long?” You ask, ignoring his praise.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“How long until your men come looking for you? I expected more time, but with you being in charge…” You trail off.

“Ah, yes.” He glances down at the very expensive watch on his wrist. “Well, if it’s 11 now, I’d say… ah. 7 hours before anyone notices.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That long? Really? Are you sure you’re important?”

He grins at you, a dashing grin. You shake your head slightly. You shouldn’t be thinking about his smile right now--you shouldn't be teasing him.

“Very. But my people know not to bother me at night. What I do on my own time is my business. You’re in the clear as long as I show up on time to my meeting. If I’m not there... Well, then people begin to worry.”

You let out an involuntary laugh. “In the clear? You're telling me I’m going to get away with kidnapping you? Actually, don't answer that. You're baiting me, and distracting me. I need answers. Back to my sister. Where is she?"

"I was wondering if you'd forgotten about that."

"Answer the question," you say, stepping forward and putting your knife back up against his throat. It seems to do the trick.

James' face grows serious, as if the man in front of you was no longer playing around with you and had switched into his regular business persona.

"She's alive."

You let out a relieved breath. Alive is something. Alive is good.

"Where are you keeping her?"

"Well, doll, I can't just tell you that."

"Sure you can," you say, repeating your words from earlier.

He smirks, "Why don't you just take the knife away from my throat first? I'm precious goods."

You roll your eyes at him, but you pull the knife away. You hold the knife up to him as if to say I will pull this out again and set it down on the table a few feet away, and as you turn around, you pull a chair from the same table up to James, placing it right in front of him. You sit, an expectant look upon your face.

"Look, doll, why don't you just go ahead and untie me now that you've put that knife away, and we can have a friendly talk about this?" He asks.

You scoff, yet again. This man, you think, is insufferable.

"Try again, pretty boy."

"So you think I'm pretty?" He smirks.

"I think you're annoying, and I think you know where my sister is. So, how about you stop wasting my time and tell me what I want to know?"

He sighs dramatically and lets his head roll to the side as if he's bored before lifting it to look you directly in the eye.

"Like I said before, she owed me something she couldn't repay."

"What's that?"

"That information's gonna cost you, sweetheart."

"You're in no position to be negotiating right now," you say indignantly.

"Sure I am. Don't forget I'm the most powerful man in Brooklyn."

"Don't forget you're tied up and I have a gun."

"You wouldn't shoot me."

"Fucking try me, doll."

He laughs, a real, genuine laugh. "Agree to my terms, sweetheart, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

You huff. "What are your terms?"

"'Atta girl!" He exclaims cheerily.

You grab your pistol from its holster at your side and aim it at the man in front of you, resting the gun on your thigh. He glances down at it before raising his gaze back up to you. He clears his throat, but something tells you it's not because he is nervous.

"Go on a date with me."

Your eyebrows shoot up. He's joking, you think. A date?

"A date?"

"A date."

"You want to go on a date with the woman who knocked you out, dragged you to an unknown location, tied you up, is demanding information from you, and is currently pointing a gun at you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I have my reasons."

"How do I know you won't just kill me when I show up?"

"Because that wouldn't be very gentleman like of me. My mama raised me better."

"You're a mob boss. You extort and kill people for a living."

He shrugs. "Well, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"No," you say.

"No?" He asks, confused.

"I have my own conditions." James tilts his head slightly as a signal to go on.

"You've already confirmed that my sister is alive which confirms you have her locked up somewhere. You will let her go and forgive her debt for whatever the hell it is that she owes you. Do that and once she is safely at home and I've laid eyes on her, you can have that date. Do we have a deal?"

James is staring at you, and as much as you hate it, you can't read him. Your heart is pounding, and you're hoping, praying even, that you've not pushed too far.

"Deal."

You blink once, twice before it registers that he has accepted the deal. Damn, you think, he really wants that date.

"Have her home by... What time was your meeting again? 7? Have her home safely by 7 tomorrow," you say, standing up from where you sat in front of him. You begin to move around the basement, picking up your things that you had brought with you in the whole kidnapping ordeal. Once you've collected your things, you start walking towards the stairs to leave. "If she isn't there, the deal's off."

"You're just going to leave me here?" James asks, pulling at his arm restraints.

You look over your shoulder at him and smile at him. "You're a mob boss, doll, I'm sure you'll get out of there in time." Then, with that, you ascend the stairs.

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@cjand10 @vicmc624 @mostlymarvelgirl @livingoutsidethetardis

[ghosts-to-reid]

Angelic

Request: hey so i saw ur ask are open and i wanted to request a reid x f reader. Like really angsty. they are both bau agents and reader is about to go on a risky mission and spencer has a nightmare about reader dying and in his dream Hes holding dead reader. And he wakes up and she is still next to him. fluffy ending. Sorry if this is too much😭😭 Anon

TW: Death, Injury.

SPENCER REID REQUESTS OPEN

The unsub ducked into a warehouse, Hotch barked orders to split up, you and him entering through the front whilst he and Derek entered around back. Drawing your guns, Spencer went in before you instinctively, shielding you.

The air was thick as you both listened for any sign of the unsub. He had been elusive, a horrific murderer who kidnapped women, forcing them to play the role of mother, until eventually he killed them. He had been escalting just slowly enough to have been doing thid for 20 years without suspicion, only being picked up on VICAP now due to his frequency of crimes turning from one woman a year to one a month. It was unknown what his current victim count was.

Spencer turned the left corner of a hallway, whilst you turned to the right, attempting to clear them before proceeding. However, the unsub had the element of surprise, springing to shoot you, grazing the artery in your neck. He fled before you hit the ground, but Spencer didn't pursue.

"We need medic to the west hallway now! Agent down! Suspect fleeing to west entrance!" He barked down his ear reciver before falling to his knees to grab you desperatly.

He cradled your head onto his lap, pleading with you desperatly as you gurgled, grabbing at him. He pressed his hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding the best he could. His eyes blured with tears.

"No please no baby..." He sobbed desperatly to you, your eyes were brimming with panic, and confusion

"Spencer..." You weakly managed to gurgle, grabbing his arm.

"Baby no.. no... HELP! HELP ME!" He screamed desperatly, pleading for anyone to do what he cant.

Eventually, your grip on his arm began to loosen, fear struck his heart as he watched you go limp, any life that remained draining from your eyes.

"No. No! You need to hang on! Help is coming... Help is..." He began to sob, the cries wraking his body as he help onto your now, limp body. He was soaked in your blood, still warm. He despertly whispered into your hair, begging you to please wake up but it was too late.

He sat up to scream, and suddenly he was no longer at the warehouse. He was breathing heavily, suddenly in the pitch black warmth of his bedroom. He looked around frantically, he was in bed. In his house. He broke out of any remaining trance when he felt your weight shift next to him.

He turned slowly to see you sleeping peacefully, face angelic in the dim light of the moon. His fears melt away as he takes in the sight of your hair loosley spread along the pillow, and he softly reached to move a stray strand from your face. Yous tirred, waking slightly at his touch, looking up at him with adoration.

"C'mere..." You spoke with sleepfilled vocie asyou reached your arm out tiredly to hold him. He smiled, moving to hold you, tighter than you had expected.

"Everything okay?" You mutter softly into his shoulder, all he does is nod sfotly, placing many soft kisses to your collar bone.

"Perfect, everythings perfect..."

[wolviensabes]

NSFW Alphabet: Mane!Sabretooth

RQ: 'Can I request the NSFW Alphabet for Victor Creed/Sabertooth? Specifically Tyler Mane's version? Love your work btw! 💕' - @im-his-druidess

Warnings: Neutral as possible, the terms of good boy/girl are used and mentions of feminine/masculine bodies are used. Tried to include both while maintaining an open look so anyone of any identity can enjoy, but made it as vague as possible. Also uhh general sex talk, mentions of BDSM and stuff like that lol. Ignore grammar mistakes ty.

A/N: Yess you absolutely can. I did a SFW/NSFW Sabretooth on my other blog, but I sort of left the Sabretooth up for whatever the reader wanted to imagine. For Mane specifically, this will be fun! Mane is my favorite, has been since I saw X-Men 2000. Sooo thrilled to see him again in D&W, even if just for a moment. He looked so good and yummy. I did keep one or two things off my previous list. I hope you enjoy <3

Minors DNI below the cut. 18+

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

I see him as being pretty smug, he likes seeing you disheveled and breathless. He lets you lay on his larger body, he relaxes while you splay out completely spent.

He might ask you to get him a beer, even if you're exhausted, a slap to the ass as you wobble to grab one from the fridge. But when you come back he pulls you close and licks your neck. "Good boy/girl...you know how to make me happy...~" he purrs.

While by definition, he doesn't understand the full extent of what aftercare is, he sees that you need it, so he grumbles and bites his tongue, doing it regardless of his own opinion on it.

"Upsy daisy..." he grunts, lifting your exhausted body up, watching you whine. He smirks, knowing he's reduced you to a shaky form, "Ya look like a lamb tryin' to walk for the first time..." he chuckled.

He does try after seeing how badly he fucks you up. He's a big dude so...he really throws you around and you have wounds from his teeth and claws. He can't have his darling lamb all messed up...

He licks your wounds, his saliva has an antiseptic enzyme so it disinfects the wound, however you still insist on using peroxide. "Hold still...gotta clean ya."

He's not the best at it at first, but he will learn what you like and accommodate.

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

Primal dude is insane about your body. Whether you are more feminine or masculine, he goes nuts for a good ass. He grabs and kneads and squeezes.

If you are more masculine, he likes feeling your chest and trails down your sides, feeling your narrower body.

If you have TS scars, he is gentle with them. He rubs his rough thumbpads over the scars and how they trail over your chest. He's obsessed with them. He thinks you look great, and he licks them a lot, gently and mindfully if you let him. He won't touch them if this bothers you though.

If you are more feminine, he loves your breasts and plush hips. He grips you firmly a lot and loves to see how your skin pools around his big hands and claws.

He also really likes necks, he bites there a lot so be prepared to always have his teeth somewhere on your neck.

Victor is also egotistical as hell, he thinks every inch of himself is perfect. He's proud of his lion's mane and cock size for sure, but also prides himself in his stature.

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

Victor has an insane amount of cum inside his body, you genuinely don't know how he produces so much. He is like a faucet, just oozing it into you.

He cums like a horse and his amounts are crazy. You are full to the brim and he's still shooting the load, it comes out of you there's so much of it. He jokes about turning you into a twinkie.

He gets so pent up and he snarls a lot, he growls and groans, then when he pounds you and you feel him swell more than usual, you know he's about to release a ton.

It also gets everywhere so...you should always have sheets on standby. You can't count how many times you've lost fancy sheets because his load stains them. You don't bother buying silken bedding anymore.

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

He doesn't keep a lot from you, simply because he has no shame.

But, he does like scents and smells a lot. He often smells your body in the morning or when you're the most natural. He memorizes it, keeps it in his memory.

He leans down and before he licks or sucks, he inhales deep breaths of your sex. Just the scent alone makes him horny as hell.

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

He's had his way around, so he's fairly experienced. I don't think anything would surprise him or catch him off guard as 'new.'

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Victor pins you down and uses his strength to fuck you. He likes looking down at you completely helpless while he thrusts his thick cock in and out of whatever hole his dick finds.

Any position where he has you on your belly with your ass in the air for him, he is all over. He likes to bite your neck and hold you down, and he gets to really thrust into you from behind.

He also likes mating press, watching you cry out as he drills the deepest parts of you.

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

His dirty talk can be funny, or sometimes he will say something out of the blue that just makes you smile because it wasn't expected from him. But otherwise, he's not a goofball. Just the quip every so often.

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

This guy has a lot of hair. He's insanely hairy, and come on, he's a primal. So, obviously.

He takes great pride in his hair too, he grooms himself a lot. He licks himself mostly, until you push him to a shower and he uses unscented things. He doesn't like to hide his musk.

He has a hairy chest and a happy trail leading down to his pubic hair. He's pretty hairy below too, but he does try to groom a little shorter because he notices you pull out random hairs after sucking him off.

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

Romantic isn't really his thing. He's not used to being 'romantic' at all. He's more...let me kill something for you and bring you its corpse.

He won't change for anyone. If you can accept his...brutish love habits, then he will attempt to be...less sometimes. On a hunt he drops an animal carcass and hands you a bloody wildflower he ripped from the ground, roots and dirt still attached.

That's as good as it gets. But for him, that's a pretty big gesture.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Yikes. With those claws?

I don't think he does. Not often anyway. He'd rather have you help him out when he needs something.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Sabretooth is pretty damn kinky, he isn't ashamed about any of his sexual desires and is open with you about them.

He obviously loves predator/prey dynamics, he likes to pretend to hunt you in the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you into the mossy ground. It gets his instincts going and he feels like his cock is on fire when he's hunting you. Plus the sex that comes from 'hunting' you is honestly some of the best you've had. Prey pet names for sure.

Breeding is a huge kink for him. He likes making a mess, but he prefers to bury himself into you and fill you up, regardless if you can get pregnant or not. He will pound multiple loads into you and won't stop until you are squirting it out around his cock. This is also applicable if you are male, he doesn't care. As long as he buries himself into you and fills you full.

BDSM is something that's interesting to him, though not every aspect of it. He's a pretty big sadist, so his claws and teeth will definitely mark you up all bloody and you'll be bruised from his hard grip on you thanks to his strength. He'd probably be into impact play, so he'd like to spank you while he's fucking you. He prefers to let himself do the marking rather than a toy. It's more intimate to him.

I think he might find bondage fun just because you'd be completely helpless and it can tie into the whole predator/prey play too. Like a little bunny caught in a snare and he stumbles upon you, helpless to the hungry big cat.

I think he probably would have a thing for housewife type of behavior, things that aren't inherently sexual but can turn him on. So cleaning and cooking, bringing him beer or food while he sits back, I don't know I just have a weird feeling he would be into that.

I also think he'd be interested in CNC. It's something that you'd have to talk heavily about, but I think it would be something he would want to try.

Size difference!! Mane irl is 6'9, so I give Sabretooth a few more inches. Over 7' tall anyway, and he towers over you. Not to mention he's bulked out. Looking down at you, he loves how helpless and vulnerable you are compared to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

Victor will fuck you anywhere, it doesn't really matter to him.

He likes to do it in his bedroom, his scent gets rubbed into you when you're being thrown around the bed and roll on his bed. Plus, he gets to take his time and fuck the room full of the smell of sex.

He also likes to fuck in the woods. It satisfies his primal desires to take you against the moss in the middle of a thick trail.

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

As mentioned, typical housewife behavior would turn him on. Cooking and cleaning for him, bringing him a beer while he is sitting down, or even fussing over his clothes would get him going. Seeing you in an apron and nothing else would make him completely feral.

Any kind of submissive behavior would catch his attention. He instinctively looks for anyone who submits, his need and desire to be the dominant person in every situation controls him. So if you are submissive to him, even with simple gestures like obeying an order or just lowering your head around him, it definitely gets him interested.

Submission isn't always sexual, but of course submitting in that way also gets him going.

As written on my previous list, purposefully making yourself vulnerable gets his attention. Cats expose their bellies when they trust you, so rolling on your back and showing him your belly is a big deal. Say you're on the couch and you just lay back, he is intrigued and likes this gesture a lot.

Also any kind of gesture that exposes your neck to him.

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

Despite being fucking brutal, he wouldn't want to cause any serious harm to you. You'll definitely be wearing claw and bite marks, but nothing that will have lasting damage.

He also won't be interested in 'making love.' He will fuck you, and he'll fuck you good. He's a primal mutant so when he is intimate he goes hard.

Anyone who would try to dominate him would piss him off, and it would trigger his aggression. He would not be receptive to anything like that, especially with his natural instinct to dominate.

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

Luckily, his tongue isn't covered in sharp spines like usual cat tongues, otherwise that would suck.

He is good with his tongue, he cleans himself all the time so naturally he can move his tongue around in all sorts of ways.

He is somewhat selfish, preferring to receive than give. But when he gives, you feel so much pleasure. His tongue laps and he sucks so good. "Good...let me hear you." he growls against you.

He lovesss seeing you choke on his cock too. "Good boy/girl, choke on it. Is it too big...? Too big for your sweet mouth?" he teases, taking pride in seeing you choke and gag. It just turns him on more.

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

Best way to describe it is a feral man climbing on you and fucking you until your legs can't hold you up. You literally can't walk when he's done with you, and he fucking loves it.

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

He'd rather not, just because he likes taking his precious time with you. He likes watching you unwind, watching his thick cock bury into your hole, your wide watery eyes as you cry out and mewl for him.

"That's it little lamb...watch me split you open..." he says deeply, grinning wildly as you fall apart below.

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

Victor is chill enough to try anything once, as long as he's not the bottom or the one taking it.

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

Forever. Victor's stamina is crazy high, he can go multiple times without stopping. Even when your body is worn and exhausted to the point of not being able to move, he could fuck you to sleep.

He lasts for a long time, though he can cum many times in one session and not soften.

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

He doesn't own any for himself. But he has things to use on you for when you want to get more adventurous. Things for BDSM or toys to pleasure you. But he has nothing for his own pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Victor will tease you until you are crying and begging. He loves to see you desperate, screaming and mewling below him while he whispers in your ear how he could make you cum right now, but he doesn't.

The damn man also gets you so so close...then stops, watching you fall apart and cry. "Shush, I will let you when I am ready...now, let's see how close we can get you..."

"More tears? Now, don't cry pretty thing...maybe if you ask nicely I will let you..."

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

Victor is a dirty talker. He is a growler.

He is either snarling and grunting against you, or dirty talking you to your orgasm or so desperate you don't even know what to do. His words are so crude and filthy, you can't help but react. He just has a way with you and knows exactly what you like to hear.

That 'scream for me' that he whispers, UGH. He def whispers in a calm, low voice while he's toying with you.

And when he snarls in your ear, growling in pleasure that you are providing for him, ugh you could cum right then and there.

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

Victor 100% drinks warm milk, and he usually does after fucking you and you've fallen asleep. He doesn't want to hear your teasing.

Also goes without saying that he purrs.

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

Victor is a BIG dude. So, obviously his dick is gonna be big. He's definitely a shower, but he grows a bit when erect.

Flaccid, his bulge is already large af, so it can look intimidating before you even get his pants off. His ego always flares up when he sees how you look at his crotch.

Erect he looks near impossible to put into you, but somehow he fits. He's anywhere between 7.5-9 inches. He is girthy too, which is really what you feel when he fucks you.

The first time you saw him erect you were so nervous, in which he found amusing. "Don't worry, sweet little lamb, I'll make it fit."

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

He can literally fuck anytime. His drive is super high, especially when he hunts and kills. Those feelings go hand in hand, and since he hunts daily, his sex drive spikes up.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

He knocks out pretty quick. A cigar and beer, then he is out. It's like warm milk.

Victor will clean up a little, just enough not to be gross and sticky. Then he sits back and demands asks you to grab him a beer. He downs it, then knocks out.

If you are wounded, aka clawed up, he will watch you while you sleep for a bit and then he will fall asleep. You usually bare new wounds, he honestly can't help it with those damn things, and he watches you limp to grab him a drink, though he will clean and tend to you as a silent apology.

His bed is very soft, it's adorned with furs, pelts, and a thin quilt as the comforter, so you tend to fall asleep fast after cleaning up. Your body needs to recover, and you are throbbing between your legs with soreness.

If you lay on him after, he will run his claws along your back lazily, making you shiver. Knowing those claws to maim and mutilate, but they only graze your skin. It's a strangely gentle gesture that you never reject.

Thanks for reading <3

Dividers by @/strangergraphics

[sweetheartedbylust]

Hi babeee. I don't know if you're taking requests but I really want a smut fanfic where Nikki takes reader backstage and is very possessive of her to the point that he doesn't let anyone else touch her except from him even though he just met her. I need the dirty talk to be popping in this one 🫦

“All for me” Nikki sixx x reader NSFW

💋

Hey hoes, we’re back :3. Hope y’all enjoy it and thank you for the request :33 I tried. Give feedback or anything.

Eyes tracing, green and piercing. Nikki and you literally just met and yet still you kept noticing his eyes were only following you.

Not any of the other girls gripping at his body and following him. Just you.

“C’mere baby” Nikki said as he held out his hand as you came and sat down next to him. The stage looked so small from down here..you honestly couldn’t believe he took you down here.

“Yeah Nikki?” You asked as you faced your body toward his. “I want you and me to sit right here, nobody else gets to be close to you like I am..” he said with a smile as he sat back as his eyes kept following your movements as you did the same.

Nikki slowly picked you up and sat you on his lap. His leather pants rubbing against your skin. You didn’t know if you were so nervous that it was turning you on a little but either way you were wet.

Soon as he called you over, you and him slowly left the backstage to some dressing room.

“All for me..all mine. Isn’t that right baby?” Nikki coed as he got you lied down and pulled down your panties

“Mhm” you whined as you felt his tongue teasing your clit. As by then he started to lick and suck on your pussy. And of course.. Nikki got two fingers in you while he was at it

“That’s it..pretty whore, take my fingers in that little cunt” he said going back to overstimulating your clit. “All these moans and everything.. all for me.” Nikki said as you felt orgasm coming..

“Nikki..I wanna cum” you said as he came up from your pussy . “I don’t want you to come by my tongue, I want you to come by my dick..how does that sound?” He said as he got in between your legs as you nodded.

“You don’t have to be so nervous..I know you’re a sweet girl who just needs to be filled up nice and good” he teased as his teeth nipped at your neck.

You felt his tip right at your entrance before he pushed into you. He was honestly a little bigger than you thought. However..Nikki’s pace snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Such a good girl..take it deeper and deeper for me” he said as he held your legs down. And thrusted himself deeper into you. He felt so damn good inside you and he knew it.

By then you felt like you were gonna cum and without telling him and warning you did. As your cum coated his dick Nikki looked down with a grin.

“You came huh..don’t worry you’ll get more” he said before going faster. Leaving you overstimulated under him. Gripping at his back.

“Fuck..you feel so good. Your gonna make me cum baby” he said with a groan. As by right then you realized he just pulled another orgasm from you.

“I want you to cum..one more time. I’m gonna speed up till I shoot everything into this little pussy” he said and after a few thrusts you felt him coat your insides.

“Good..look at that” he said as he pulled out of you as his cum leaked out of you.

He came back down to your level and gave you a kiss. Slow and steady..as you grabbed his jaw. Letting him just stay on top of you.

As by then he told you something you thought about for the rest of the night.

“I’m gonna keep you here with me..forever.��

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[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 67)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers, Smut

After you left, Cillian had to continue working for the rest of the afternoon, which included shooting two scenes with Annabelle who, after all that, behaved professionally during the entire day, keeping her interaction with Cillian outside the scenes to the bare minimum.

Whether she got the message or not was, however, unclear when, just as Cillian was about to head back to his unit,  Annabelle stopped him.

"Cillian," she called, her voice a little emotional. "Just wait a minute," she said, gesturing for him to step into a more private location, away from the hustle and bustle of the set.

Cillian sighed before nodding and following her, wondering what could possibly be so urgent that she needed to talk to him privately.

"Look, I don't want to stand between you and Y/N in any way, but I feel as though she does not like me and I wonder whether, maybe, you told her that...,"  Annabelle said softly, her voice hesitant and uncertain.

Cillian sighed heavily, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I did not," Cillian interrupted her before she could even speak the words. "And I would prefer if you did not either," he then told Annabelle, who sighed.

"Cillian, we already agreed that we would keep it a secret, and I do stand by my word. I just wasn't sure whether you told her that we had a fling in the past. I guess I just wanted to clear the air a bit," she said, trying to let him understand why she was reacting. 

"Like I said, I didn't tell her," Cillian reiterated, shaking his head. "And she does not dislike you, Anabelle. Y/N and I have had our struggles as you know, and she is just being cautious. That's all," he suggested, thinking back to how protective and untrusting you had been ever since he cheated on you.

"Well, you cheated on her, so I don't blame her," Annabelle then chuckled, her eyes filling with sympathy.

Cillian's eyes narrowed, bristling at the implication of her words. "And neither do I, but that's all in the past now. I made a mistake, and I have no intention of repeating it, so let's just let be, alright?" he responded  , trying to keep his frustration in check.

Annabelle nodded, holding her hands up in surrender. "Okay. I am cool with that," she said sincerely before preparing herself to leave. "I just wanted to make sure that you didn't tell her because, if she tells anyone else that we slept together, it could really screw up my career," she explained, still sounding a little flustered.

Cillian simply nodded in response, knowing that Annabelle had a valid concern. "I got to go now and see Mara before she goes to sleep,"  Cillian finally said, glancing at his watch.

"Alright, go and be with your family," Annabelle replied kindly but with a wry smile before parting ways with him and Cillian smiled back and then walked away.

When Cillian arrived at the apartment, he was met with the sound of laughter and the scent of something delicious wafting in the air. 

"Hey," Cillian said, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"Hi," you replied, smiling warmly at him over your shoulder before standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

He leaned down to kiss you properly, making you blush as Mara came running towards the both of you. 

"No kissies," she  cried, playfully pushing herself between you two.

Cillian laughed and picked Mara up.

"But I love giving mama kissies," he then chuckled before pressing a kiss on to Mara's cheek as well, causing her to giggle even more.

Cillian then put Mara back on to the floor as you continued dinner preparation.

After a little while, you took a break from cooking and poured yourself and Cillian some drinks, before settling down on the sofa, Mara crawling onto your lap and snuggling into you.

"You know what?"  you asked, looking at Cillian with a small smile playing on your lips.

"What?" Cillian asked, turning his gaze on you, a soft smile playing on his lips also.

"I am glad that we got back together. It's so nice being a proper family,"  you said, your voice filled with emotion as you looked at Mara, who was now playing with a toy on the floor.

Cillian nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "It really is," he agreed, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I'm sorry for everything that happened in the past. I never meant to hurt you or Mara."

You smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I know that. And I forgive you," you told him sincerely. "But I want to make one thing clear Cillian. I won't ever forget being hurt like this, and if you slip up again, I won't hesitate to leave and find someone who can treat me right. I won't put up with dishonesty or infidelity."

Cillian nodded, understanding the seriousness and determination in your tone. "Y/N, I  would never do this again. I promise," Cillian added, looking into your eyes so deeply that you could see the sincerity and regret etched across his face.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign that he might be lying, but you saw none. Cillian had always had a way of convincing you with just his eyes, and now as he held your hand tightly, you felt a warm wave of emotions wash over you.

"Good," you eventually nodded, feeling reassured. "Let's eat then," you then suggested as you felt your stomach rumble, realizing that you had not eaten anything since breakfast. Cillian nodded, and he watched as you got up from the sofa and walked over to the kitchen.

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[littlemissclandestine]

Can you make soft Vladimir makarov? Please?

Hello my dear Anon!

Of course I can 😊 - thank you so much for the ask! Wasn't sure whether you wanted MWIII or OG MW Makarov so I just went with MWIII. I'm also only comfortable writing for a female reader so hope that's okay. I hope these are to your standards and make you happy, honey. Enjoy! <3

Soft!Vladimir Makarov x Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, suggestive, MDNI, 18+ only

🖤 Soft!Mak who, initially, seems like a cold, distant man who isn't capable of loving anyone, only interested in his work but who has a soft spot for women like you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gently tilts your head up to meet his eyes, his calloused thumb on your chin, stroking it as he whispers lowly how precious you are, his lips curving into a smile as his eyes dart from your left eye to your right and back

🖤 Soft!Mak who uses terms of endearment in Russian regularly such as любимый (beloved), Дорогая (dear), Любимая (darling), Котёнок (kitten), and ангел (angel) - especially loves calling you 'my beloved' or my angel'

[i most definitely have got these wrong as i don't know Russian so someone please correct me if need be!]

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves running his hands up and down your sides as you stand in front of him while he's sat down, looking up at you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gives you that knowing smirk when you wear skirts or tight dresses and just has to compliment your shape and how stunning you look, not being able to keep his hands off you

🖤 Soft!Mak who tends to get possessive when any of his bodyguards or anybody at all looks at you in a way only he's allowed to -> (He may also beat their faces to a pulp, the skin on his knuckles broken, his crisp white shirt now stained with their blood, his face too. As you try and pull him away, he'll spit on them and curse at them. Yes he definitely gets jealous...)

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your hands in his, holding them together, cocooning them, giving you reassurance everything will work out and he'll be back soon

🖤 Soft!Mak who kisses your forehead tenderly, closing his eyes, his hands on either side of your head before he ruffles your hair when he leaves, cracking a joke to lighten the mood when he sees you crying or saying he'll treat you to something special when he gets back

🖤 Soft!Mak who shows you how much he appreciates you for sticking by him through thick and thin, knowing the questionable things he does daily and putting that aside because you love him

🖤 Soft!Mak who sometimes takes his stress and anger out on you but would never lay a hand on you like that because how could he?

🖤 Soft!Mak who instead, prefers some time apart but only a little. You walk into the main room in your hotel or the living room in your house in the morning, finding it filled with hundreds of bouquets of flowers and your favourite chocolates and a card addressed to you, a handwritten letter detailing how much you mean to him and that he'll be back to talk things through. -> (Timing is everything with this man)

🖤 Soft!Mak who constantly wants to provide for you, spoiling you with the money he brings in, not hesitating to buy bespoke, elegant, matching jewellery for you to wear in his presence

🖤 Soft!Mak who will use as many burner phones as he needs to to call you, telling you how much he missed your voice, holding the phone away for a moment when he starts choking on tears, looking up and blinking quickly to get rid of the tears, clearing his throat and resuming the call, his voice seemingly normal

🖤 Soft!Mak who would rather keep his business with the outside world hidden from you as best he can because really you're his world, the only world he wants to be in, the only one he really wants to focus on. 'The less you know the better' kind of thing because he has to protect his woman

🖤 Soft!Mak who will, however, give you basic firearms training in his private shooting range. Just the two of you. Him standing behind you, hips pressing into yours, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear and neck, a hand squeezing your hips as the other arm adjusts your stance and giving you a kiss on your neck when you hit your targets

🖤 Soft!Mak who will bury his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent and leaving a hickey as he wraps his arms around your lower body, hugging you from behind as you both look at the view from the balcony

🖤 Soft!Mak who doesn't mind PDA, but nothing too extreme, reminding you and everyone watching who you belong to, not thinking it's a sign of weakness but instead strength

🖤 Soft!Mak who has no guilt when it comes to the bloodshed he causes, but feels incredibly guilty when he leaves you for just one moment

🖤 Soft!Mak who needs to feel you on him all the time and touching you whenever he gets a chance to, the expression in the eyes of this trained killer turning into one of pure love and admiration

🖤 Soft!Mak who will pull you down by your wrist, causing you to fall into his lap so he can kiss you softly, his fingers digging into your hips and back, tongue intertwining with yours as you both fight for dominance

🖤 Soft!Mak whose ability to compartmentalise and keep emotions out of things is at serious risk when you came into his life because you're all that's on his mind

🖤 Soft!Mak who treats you like the rarest, most valuable thing in the entire universe, doing everything with the utmost care when it comes to you

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves you for you, admiring your strength, and treats you how a man should, his actions exemplary (even though he is often away but he makes up for it)

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves your vulnerability too, reminding you that you're both a team and to work through things together

🖤 Soft!Mak who never makes you feel like a burden on his shoulders

🖤 Soft!Mak who notices how you tend not to bother him when he's preoccupied, his gloved hands on his hips as he's talking to someone, his head tilting to the side and noticing you hunched over, immediately walking up to you because he feels bad for not spending as much time as he wants to with. Him kneeling down in front of you, removing his gloves, his hands caressing your cheeks as he asks what's on your mind with a warm expression on his face

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your soft hands to his lips in the middle of a conversation, kissing them while maintaining eye contact with you, listening to you fully

🖤 Soft!Mak who interlocks your fingers with his in the backseat of an SUV and has an arm around you or his hand on your thigh, your head on his shoulder when you're on the run and need to relocate, being driven by a chauffeur to the next place you call home

🖤 Soft!Mak who always wonders what he did to deserve you

🖤 Soft!Mak who is full of surprises, showing you his experience in every field ;)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is big on consent, only engaging in anything sexual if you're in the mood, taking his time, talking you through it, guiding you through it, getting rougher later if you're comfortable with it

🖤 Soft!Mak who chuckles when he hears you moan or scream his name, whispering things in Russian directly into your ear that turn you on even more...

"Hehe you like that my love?...Fuck you're killing me kitten nghh look at you, so beautiful, so...sexy."

🖤 Soft!Mak who, in a mad rush, fuelled by the adrenaline and cortisol running through his veins and the fact he might not make it back before a mission, where he has a standoff with TF141, asks that million dollar question in a hotel, not his ideal proposal location but anyways he slips that ring onto your finger, lips meeting yours harshly with desire, as tears stain his cheek, saying he loves you repeatedly, cupping your cheeks as your foreheads touch and he pulls you into a quick tight hug

🖤 Soft!Mak who, when the opposition are closing in on his location, will grab your hand tightly, running through corridors on high alert, a pistol in the other as he shouts commands to his soldiers, glass breaking, bullets flying as he shields you from it all

🖤 Soft!Mak who directs you out of the area first as your safety is priority, you bring him more joy than anything in the world, the only thing he truly needs and if he lost you knowing he had a part to play, he'd never be the same again -> (would probably make his reign of terror worse, wanting to brutally torture or kill the rest of our tf141 lads in cold blood as he looks for someone else to blame even though deep down he knows some of it lies with him - I LIVE FOR ANGST. Can you tell?)

🖤 Soft!Mak who remembers your talks together in bed and how you wouldn't want him to lash out in grief and be impulsive like that or seek so called 'revenge' in the first place even though you knew what you were getting into when you began dating him

🖤 Soft!Mak who starts to question whether his cause is worth it because of the danger he's putting you in, trying to push those thoughts aside because he's THE Vladimir Makarov, the ultranationalist, the terrorist, the man whose authority and work should not be questioned by any being or they'd face the consequences...-> (the internal conflict mwahaha! *rubs hands together*)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is 110% loyal to you and you only

🖤 Soft!Mak who thinks twice about everything now that he has you

dividers by @saradika-graphics <33

Next time, don't be shy anon - YOLO. Please know this is a safe space, my love. 🙃 (Also lowkey almost fell for him a second time writing these. First time was OG!Makarov, however. Yeesh...dear God, please not again. NEVER AGAIN bdjcdjsksk) -Star ☆

[neuvillettes]

pretty boy | diluc

kinkmas day 1 | bondage

summary | diluc gets an early christmas present from you

pairing | diluc x fem!reader

warnings | bondage, sm*t, fingering, oral {m ⇾ f}, dacryphilia, swearing

wc | 0.7k

a/n: this is v unedited and i was dissociating for most of this adjhfakdfhjldf so sorry >.<

“look at you, wrapped up like a pretty lil’ present. is this all for me, darling?” diluc runs the excess ribbon through his fingers as he drinks in your appearance.

with your limbs intertwined with ribbon and christmas lights, you really did look like a vision. your calves were strapped flush with your thighs and your wrists were neatly tied together in front of you. it made diluc wonder, had you gotten help with this? he certainly hoped not, considering the ribbon and lights were the only things adorning your otherwise naked body. a twinge of jealousy shoots through his veins as he takes hold of your wrist and brings them above your head, causing you to fall onto your back with a whimper.

“i’m curious, did you need assistance? i’d hate to think that anyone but me got to see you like this.” the tycoon’s voice lowers and his eyes grow darker.

you’re quick to shake your head in denial. “n-no! i pre-tied the ribbon! i didn’t want anyone but you to see me. i-i promise!”

your lower lip trembles at the mere thought of anyone else seeing you this way. you were for his eyes only and you both knew that. diluc was never one to share and you were no exception to that sentiment. diluc hums in delight at your omission, clearly pleased with you. his large hands clasp around your ankles and push your legs into your chest, exposing yourself to him.

you let out a shocked gasp at the sudden movement and flush in embarrassment. no matter how many times he’s seen you, you always get shy when his eyes devour you greedily like they are now. he loved it, teasing you like this, watching your face go red, it was one of his favorite things. the only expression of yours he loved more than that one was when your eyes were practically rolled back into your head, tears streaming your face and mouth hanging open, completely fucked out on his cock.

diluc becomes impatient just thinking about you like that. he’s quick to bow down his head and lick a stripe through your folds. you keen, squirming in surprise at the red head’s sudden brashness. diluc, however, is amused and chuckles as he wraps his lips around your clit. the unexpected stimulation coaxes a rather loud yelp from your lips.

pleased with himself, diluc smirks and begins to suck on the sensitive bud of nerves. you struggle with your own restraints, whining when you can’t quite grasp at diluc’s hair. you pull at the ribbon desperately but you did your job a little too well because it doesn’t give you any wiggle room.

“diluc, please…” you’re not sure what your asking for, but diluc does.

he detaches his lips from your clit and inserts a finger into your tight hole. “be patient, my love. i like to take my time unwrapping my presents.”

another finger pokes at your entrance and you squeak out a moan as diluc pumps two fingers in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. it’s not long before you’re struggling to keep your composure, tears of frustration pooling on your eyes and threatening to spill over. one particular thrust of his hand has diluc’s thumb grazing your abandoned clit. the needed stimulation has you squeezing your eyes shut and tears flowing freely.

the former knight watches you closely, drinking in every reaction flowing from you. with his free hand, diluc rids himself of his pants and underwear. you’re too focused on the movements of his other hand that you let out a surprised whine when he pulls away. he’s quick to reassure you as he yanks you by your ribbon to the edge of the bed and dips down to leave a searing kiss to your lips.

you gasp into diluc’s mouth as he stretches you out with his cock, more tears stream down your face at the sting. the red head tenderly kisses at your tears. his hips move cautiously and he gauges your reaction. you let out a soft moan to let him know you were more than ready. diluc moves his hips back and you feel the coil in your stomach that’s been tightening begin to snap.

“diluc- wait… gonna cum..too much-“ you’re desperately tugging at the ribbons cinching your wrists.

diluc smiles mischievously as he snaps his hips back into yours. you let out a garbled moan and dilc watches your body writhe and eye gloss over with pleasure. “go on, darling, it’s okay. we have a long night ahead of us. like i said, i enjoy taking my time.”

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[jadewingedspear]

Rendezvous

Xiao x reader x Zhongli (threesome)

Warnings: smut. afab! reader, she/her pronouns. use of ‘girlfriend’, ‘princess’, ‘pretty’, ‘pussy’, etc. Bisexual MMF threesome. Established relationship between Xiao and Reader, past relationship between Xiao and Morax. Unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (m receiving), oral (m and f receiving), fuck train? idk lol. Self indulgent, this is a fantasy I’ve decided to share. Probably a mix of tenses lol. Second draft only. Reader knows Zhongli's identity.

2.8k words.

18+ only!

“And how is his karmic debt?” 

“It’s been quite calm over the last few nights, actually. I make sure he gets plenty of rest.” 

“Very good.” The man in front of you states. He places his now empty cup down onto its saucer on the table.

“You could have asked me directly.” Xiao sulks next to you.

Zhongli chuckles, “I have reasons to think you would neglect to tell me if it had been bothersome lately.” Zhongli sits up straight and places his hands in his lap. “But, in any case, I have a proposal for the two of you.” You put your own cup down, leaning forward to show you’re listening. “Sure. We’re all ears.”

Xiao pays attention too, cocking his head to the side at Zhongli’s statement. There’s a slight pause before the Lord of Geo states what’s on his mind, “As you’re aware,” Zhongli addresses you, “Xiao and I…have a past.”

You nod. You were aware, but it didn’t bother you. It was thousands of years ago, after all. Zhongli takes your silence as permission to move forward. “I thought it might be interesting if we could spend a night together. All three of us.”

Xiao’s eyes widen as he puts together two and two, but he doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to avoid eye contact with anyone. You, however, shrug, “Sure. What do you want to do?” Xiao shifts next to you, clearly uncomfortable.

“Y/N…” Xiao whispers.

The Archon can only chuckle deeply at your naivety. It was so cute, seeing your doe eyes sparkling with innocence. It only made him sure to set his words into stone. “What I have in mind is a sort of…sexual rendezvous.” 

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You weren’t bound, but you couldn’t seem to move from the edge of the bed that you share with your boyfriend at Wangshu Inn. In front of you is a scene you never thought you’d witness: Your current partner, Xiao, tied naked to a wooden chair with his hands behind his back. He was stripped of all clothes, and his cock of average length stood proudly in the air. The head was red and leaking, dribbling pre-cum down the veins on the side of his shaft. In front of him stood the God he serves, the God of the nation you reside in: a shirtless Rex Lapis himself, his hands gripping the chin of Xiao, thumb denting into the smaller man’s blushing cheek. He had Xiao’s head tilted up, forcing eye contact between the two.

“Do you miss the days when I had my way with you? Hmmm?” Zhongli enquires, voice low and gruff, a smirk playing at his lips. Xiao’s breath quickened but he neglected to answer, his denial confirming Zhongli’s suspicions. 

You knew Xiao to be reserved, a man of few words. Obedience to Rex Lapis is one thing, but to see him submit to Zhongli like this had your stomach in knots and your thighs rubbing together. 

Zhongli side eyes you, smirking still. “Is he as submissive as I remember him, (Y/N)?” The moonlight has struck the man in all the right ways, capturing the edge of his hair and body just enough to give him a soft, silver glow, painting an angelic image.

You stammer, “Uh, I’d say we both have our way with each other…equally.” Your answer seems to shock Zhongli as his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. It shocks you, too. It feels crude to admit such intimacies to a deity. His eyes drift back to your boyfriend, “Oh…” he almost moans. “I see. I knew you had it in you.”

“I slay demons and you think I’m incapable of such… activities?” Xiao bites back, testing his limits. The god only laughs, broad shoulders and defined chest shaking with him. After a few moments the laugh trails off and the man takes a deep breath, before leaning in close to the ear of the smaller man. You almost don’t catch what he says, but lowly, Zhongli whispers, “Do you miss it?”

You see Xiao’s adam’s apple bob up and down. He loosed a shaky breath. Zhongli let go of his face. Xiao’s silence and denial is, once again, taken as his answer.  Shivering with anticipation, you watch eagerly as Zhongli, towering over Xiao, begins to sort of straddle the younger man. He stayed standing up, but leaned his pelvis towards Xiao’s face. You swallowed thickly.

“Unzip me with your mouth.” Zhongli orders, his deep voice reverberating through your chest, making you suddenly aware of your heartbeat and your blood rushing through your veins. His face looks down on Xiao mockingly, staring him down as he waited. Only now does it occur to you that this…this is Morax.

Xiao glances at you for the first time that night, eyes looking apologetic. You shoot a supportive smile his way, but his eyes don’t linger on you long enough for him to catch it.  He leaned into Zhongli’s pelvis, making quick work of unbuttoning his pants with his mouth. This was a skill that he most likely hadn’t used in a millennia, yet he still had it. He captures the zip in between his teeth, and looking up to make eye contact with his God, he slowly drags the zipper down. With a triumphant smirk, Zhongli takes it upon himself to push both his pants and underwear down, discarding them to the side.  

You take a sharp intake of breath. The cock that springs from the man is bigger than you could have imagined, the weight of it bringing it down to slap Xiao in the face. Zhongli was proud that he was so well-endowed, no doubt. He places a hand behind the head of your boyfriend. “You know what to do.”

Without hesitation, Xiao leans in and begins to swirl his tongue over the tip of Zhongli’s dick. The tip was red and angry, supported by a girthy shaft with multiple prominent veins running down the length. You feel yourself beginning to lean forward, mesmiration pulling you closer and closer to the two men. Seeing Xiao as he begins to sink his mouth and throat further down Zhongli’s cock was having a bigger effect on you than you expected. Your breath got caught in your throat, jaw going slack. You almost wanted to join in, but Zhongli was intimidating enough as is. Xiao continues to bob his head on the other man’s impressive length. He couldn’t fit all of it, but Zhongli groans softly in approval regardless. He thrusts lightly, as if encouraging Xiao to take as much as he can. 

Xiao comes up for air and Zhongli takes the opportunity to turn his focus on you. “I think your pretty little girlfriend deserves some attention, don’t you?” he teases, taking two long strides to reach you. Xiao only pants heavily, slumped as far forward as his bindings allow him, watching you helplessly. The look in his eyes is full of hunger and need.

Your head is perfectly in line with Zhongli’s rock hard cock, slick and reflecting the moonlight on Xiao’s spit. Zhongli places his palm on your cheek, thumb caressing your cheek as he gazes down at you with a gentle fondness. A smile can’t help but creep onto your face. “I often reminisce on the past, dear, but that doesn’t mean I don’t look forward to future endeavours.” He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss, thumb still stroking your cheek, as if to help suppress the nerves. Kissing another man felt strange anyway, but knowing your boyfriend was witness to all of this felt even stranger. Nonetheless, you melted into the kiss. When the man pulled away, you couldn’t help but chase after him, but eventually accepted the loss. Xiao watched on still, cock still standing up.

Zhongli turned to the smaller man again. With ease, he grabbed the front leg of the chair Xiao was perched on and dragged it to the side of the bed. Xiao gave a little ‘hmph’, but protested no further. It was tempting to climb on top of Xiao and ride his cock with Zhongli as your audience, humiliate him in front of his God, but, well… I suppose his God had already done that tonight.

“You’re going to watch me take your girlfriend.” Zhongli stated. He wasn’t asking for permission. Xiao only looks at him, waiting for him to continue. Even you were waiting in anticipation for his next statement.

“And then I’m going to take you.”

Oh.

Xiao gulps.

Oh.

You gulp.

Zhongli pulls your shirt up over your head and discards it on the floor. He groans in pleasure at the sight of your tits bouncing down, nipples hard due to the cold. “Perfect.” He growls before diving in to speckle your chest and clavicle with kisses and bites. You throw your head back, a light moan escaping your lips as you hold onto Zhongli’s broad shoulders for anchorage. Xiao whines a little and you can see in your peripheral vision that he’s thrusting upwards. Zhongli chuckles and pulls away from your chest, starting to drag your pants and underwear down.

“Have some patience, my little Yaksha.” Zhongli taunts, swinging your underwear on his index finger. “It’ll be your turn very soon.” The god flings your underwear at Xiao, the thin material landing on his face before dropping down to his chest. Both you and Xiao light up red, the action both arousing and embarrassing you.

Soon, Rex Lapis has taken his spot in between your legs, breath fanning over your wet pussy which was clenching around nothing. “Let me worship you.” He whispers, golden eyes locking with your own. You gulp. Even Xiao tensed up at his words. You know he only means it in a sexual context, but even hearing such utterances from a God’s mouth felt blasphemous. Yet here he was, between your legs, mere centimeters away from your sex. Zhongli waited patiently for your consent.

“Yes…” you trail off with an uncertainty in your tone. That was enough for the god, though, as he instantly licks a wet stripe up your pussy.

You instantly grip the sheets in your fist, a moan escaping your lips. His tongue works magic between your folds, slurping up your essence before moving to circle your clit. His lips pinch your bud lightly, small suckles sending electric shots through your body. He wasn’t rough, but he was fast; it was different to Xiao’s slow and romantic approach, but still felt amazing. 

You turn your head to the side to observe Xiao. His cock was leaking a plentiful amount of precum. His eyelids were heavy as he watched you being ravished by someone who once ravished him, jaw slightly slack and chest still heaving at a fast pace.

Zhongli sucked at your clit some more while prodding your entrance with two of your fingers, easily sliding them in. You tear your gaze away from Xiao, moaning at the feeling of being full. His two fingers pumped in and out, scissoring and stretching your hole while his lips were still hard at work. The two working in harmony brought you closer and closer to the edge, your moans growing louder and louder, chest heaving heavier and heavier until he-

pulls his fingers out. You whine at the loss, high pitched and desperate for more. Zhongli only smirks, “I do apologise. That was only prep.” He sticks his fingers in front of Xiao’s mouth. He obediently takes the two fingers in his mouth, moaning at your sweet juices. He sucks them skilfully before Zhongli pulls them out.

Morax then sits on his knees, settling himself in your legs. “Ready princess?” He lines his cock up with your entrance. His gaze pierces yours, intimidating and sexy all at once, as he again, waits for your consent. 

“Please.” You beg quietly. Not needing to be told twice, the god sheaths himself inside your hot sex. “Oh!” you moan loudly, the stretch being more than you could have imagined. Xiao wasn’t below average, but who could compete with the Lord of Geo? You had never felt quite so stuffed in your life.

The man above you groans as he thrusted in until he was balls deep, stilling for a moment. “So tight.” He breathes out. “Oh, how lucky you are Xiao… you get to bury your cock in this perfect little pussy as much as you want.” He then pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in again, setting a steady and fast pace. Zhongli presses a thumb to your clit.

“Does Xiao fuck you this hard? Huh?”

“N-no!” You cry out, shame blooming over your face in the form of a blush. It wasn’t a lie, though. 

“Does his cock fill you up this well?” He demands, hair sticking to his face and forehead with sweat. You shake your head, moaning still as he continues to fuck you reltentlessly. You leaked juices around his thick cock, coating your thighs.

“Do you moan and whine like this for Xiao?” The god asks again.

“She sounds even better for me.” A voice says, a matter-of-factly tone ring to it.

Zhongli’s thrusting slows, but doesn’t stop, as he turns his head to the yaksha. Small moans still emit from you. Xiao sits there, stern glare shooting Zhongli’s way. Morax laughs lowly, “Well then, I’d like to see it.” The god pulls out of you, and your pussy clenches around nothing. The loss of his cock leaves you whining. Zhongli stands and tugs at the rope binding Xiao’s wrists, and the small man wastes no time in settling between your legs, not bothering to wait for the other man’s orders. 

“I want to hear her moan your name.” Zhongli says, observing the two of you.

“My love.” Xiao whispers affectionately, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You wrap your arms around his back, hands entangling themselves in his hair. Having his familiar weight on you brought you comfort.

You feel Xiao’s smaller cock slide into your entrance with ease, having been stretched open by Zhongli’s incomparable size. Still though, Xiao’s dick fits you perfectly, curving upwards beautifully to constantly rub against your G-spot. You moan into his mouth. Xiao fucks you at a slower pace than the god, choosing long, drawn out thrusts as he continues kissing you. This was your favourite kind of sex. Passionate, close, full of love. 

The bed dips at your feet, and you know Zhongli has taken his place behind Xiao. Xiao pulls his lips off you with a whine, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts stutter at a disturbance. You look behind him, only to see Zhongli starting to scissor Xiao’s tight hole open. You moan at the sight, pussy clenching around your boyfriend’s length. He whines down your ear.

“I‘ve missed this little hole of yours.” Morax confesses. “I can’t wait to fuck it.” 

Zhongli mounts Xiao, hands gripping the man’s petite waist. As he pushes his dick into Xiao’s ass, your boyfriend thrusts deeper into you from the force behind him. You stroke his hair to ease him through the pain of the stretch and wait for it to turn to pleasure.

The pace soon picks up and both you and Xiao are moaning into each other’s ears while Zhongli groans. He fucks Xiao hard and fast. Him fucking Xiao rocks Xiao into you, his curved dick hitting all the right places in your sweet little pussy. Lewd noises could be heard, squelching and balls slapping. You couldn’t help but be embarrassed by it. 

“Xiao,” you moan, “I’m close.”

Xiao ruts into your pussy as best he can while also trying to fuck himself on Zhongli’s cock. The pleasure he’s feeling has his head spinning. Your warm pussy enveloping his cock while his own prostate was being hit by Morax’s girth. He’s scared he’d become addicted.

Rex Lapis quickening his pace indicates that he, too, is close. He groans, his knuckles turning white as he tightens his grip on Xiao’s waist. 

“Xiao!” You continue moaning. “Please!” and with that you came, juices gushing out from your pussy and down the side of Xiao’s dick, sloshing and squelching before leaking down your to ass cheeks. Zhongli also stilled, thrusting into Xiao as far as he could, cumming deep inside, a low moan roaring from his chest. This left Xiao pinned to you, whining as he spills his own hot cum inside you, filling you up and mixing with your own juices.

Zhongli pulls out first, taking it slow. Xiao, collapsed on your chest, pants as he breathes deeply. He pulls his cock out but opts to stay snuggled up to you, panting down your ear. You feel slimy and slippery, but your post-orgasmic bliss relaxes you. “Oh my gosh.” You whisper. You need to process what the fuck just happened. You, the Vigilant Yaksha, and the God of Liyue.

Zhongli lies beside you, a large hand rubbing up and down Xiao’s back. He chuckles fondly, “I think he’ll rest well tonight.” Xiao quickly pecks your cheek.

“I think I will, too.” You claim.

[jae-bummer]

Know Your Worth

Request: Hello, could I request #9 with Seventeen Woozi ?

Prompt:

9) "I don't want them. I want you."

Pairing: Seventeen Woozi x Reader

Genre: Angst

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Your phone vibrated next to your plate, causing your friend, Ari, to eye it warily. "Why bother carrying your phone around if you never use it?"

"I don't know what you mean," you muttered, taking an uncomfortably large bite of your food. Strategically, this would keep you from having to phrase a rebuttal in what you knew would be an upcoming argument.

"You know exactly what I mean," she sighed, setting her fork on the table. She reached toward your device, but you quickly grabbed it, and set it further away from her.

Pointing to your mouth, you exaggerated your chewing before giving the smallest shrug.

"You're a menace," she groaned. Just as you thought she was going to pick up her utensils again and go back to safe dinner conversation, you nearly choked as she launched herself toward the opposite end of the table.

You scrambled in an attempt to get your phone before she did, but it took only a few seconds before you realized it was a lost cause. As she held your device, clutched protectively in her hands, she looked up at you with a grin.

"Who's the menace?" you croaked, finally finished chewing your last bite of food.

She ignored you and chose to unlock your phone instead. Narrowing her eyes at the screen, she looked back up. "What is your problem?"

"I mean, should we start with the childhood trauma or-"

"Don't be cute!" she gasped, flashing the screen in your direction. "Why, may I ask, do you have multiple unread messages from Woozi?"

"I cannot shut down my cuteness, Ari," you sighed, focusing fully on the plate before you. It had suddenly become much more interesting in the past few moments.

"Stop deflecting and tell me the truth!" she groaned. "I'm trying to live vicariously through you and it's really hard when you're sabotaging both of our dreams!"

You leaned your head back and tried to suppress a groan. There it was.

Reflecting back, the day had been just like any other. You had stopped at your favorite cafe for a cup of tea and ran into your friend who was not a friend. Jihoon was someone who you only knew by his order being called out by a barista, but in your head, he was one of your comfort people. You had a normal routine that he had fallen into. Whether it was waiting for your drinks at the to go area (in companionable silence) or sitting next to each other at the bar (also in companionable silence), you knew of each other in the barest of ways. He was an NPC in your life until he decided to slip you his number before leaving the coffee shop one day.

It took giving yourself a pep talk to finally text him. He was attractive and a great tipper (very important), but that was all you knew. In time, you learned he was a (self-admitted) bad texter, an emotional drinker, and someone who tended to keep his struggles to himself. The handful of dates you had gone on went above and beyond what you had hoped. Jihoon was incredibly kind, listened well, and was always considerate. His vibe was soft and something special that you could never relate to anyone you had met before.

Once you had finally grown comfortable with the idea of dating someone, you slowly began to tell your friends. It was then that their expectations slapped you in the face. You knew Jihoon was a musician and had even listened to his music before the two of you had grown close. The gravity of who he was, however, hadn't hit you until you started bringing him up.

"It wasn't my dream to date someone high profile," you muttered, shooting your friend a look. "I just want to be with someone in a normal way."

"He's still a human, Y/N," your friend whined. "I'm sure he's great at being normal."

"Yeah, but you're not," you huffed.

Taken aback, your friend tilted her head. Sliding you your phone, she crossed her arms. "And what does that mean?"

"It means that everything was fine until everyone started telling me about how famous he was!" you gasped, throwing your hands in the air.

"But that doesn't mean-"

"No," you cut her off. "It doesn't mean I shouldn't date him, but it made me realize just how much attention he got. It made me realize that he may be too busy, too famous, or honestly, too attractive to ever fall for me in the way I was for him."

"Y/N," Ari said quietly. You looked to her face and noticed her expression was remorseful. "I never thought my excitement for who you were dating would make you feel like that...I was more excited for you to be happy."

"Happy with an idol," you grumbled.

"I'm sorry," she squeaked. "But he's obviously texting you...he's showing he's interested. Are you really putting everything on hold because you have the dumbest friend in the whole world?"

"You aren't dumb," you sighed. "It's more about me than you. It just felt better to blame you."

"No, I made you realize something you never should have even thought of," she muttered. "Because you're the best and he could love the shit out of you if you let him."

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Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the sign dangling from the coffee shop that you had been regrettably going to for the past week. It felt awful sneaking around to places you knew Jihoon wouldn't be. The indigestion from the crappy drinks was second to the guilt.

Walking forward, you tugged at the door, and slid into the cafe. Pulling at the handle to close it behind you, you were surprised as it swung open again with force. Looking over your shoulder, you let out a whimper. Jihoon stood before you, white knuckling the edge of the door.

"So this is where you go to avoid someone," he said, deadpan.

If you could shrink into yourself and then melt into the floor, now would be a great time to do that.

"I'm not avoiding anyone," you whispered. The words already sounded like a lie.

"I never took you for someone who ghosted, Y/N," he sighed, shaking his head. Letting go of the door, he backed away, and let it slam in your face.

Shit.

Immediately pushing back outside, you were relieved to see he hadn't made it very far. Plopped on a bench, he was hunched over, and typing furiously on his phone. You tried to make yourself as small as possible as you walked over and plopped on the seat beside him.

"I know it may be a really bad excuse," you said quietly. "But honestly, it's not you. It's me."

Sitting up, Jihoon swiveled his head toward you and narrowed his eyes.

Yeah, you probably deserved that look.

"I've been in my head about us," you continued. "And honestly, my head is the worst place to be. All cobwebs and shitty coffee."

This caused a small smirk that ignited a bit of hope in your chest. If he was even the tiniest bit receptive, maybe he'd understand.

Actually, you were sure he would. He was Jihoon.

"I started talking to my friends," you grumbled. "Which was a huge mistake. They made me very aware that you were THE Woozi of Seventeen."

"You hadn't already noticed?" he asked. You could tell by his mannerisms that he was tired. Whether that was because of his job or you, you weren't completely sure.

"Of course I noticed," you sighed. "I just hadn't really...thought about it."

"I'm going to need some context to that one."

"You were Jihoon," you shrugged. "I knew what you did for a living, but that had very little to do with the version of you I came to know."

"My career is part of who I am," he said. "It's shaped me in a lot of ways."

"I recognize that," you nodded. "And I appreciate that side of you too. I guess I just hadn't really considered you as a celebrity or anything. You were just this guy I met at the coffee shop and thought was cute."

"Is there a reason why I can't be both?"

"Yes," you grumbled. "Because a celebrity and a boy who gave me his number are two things that could not possibly correlate."

"I am so terribly lost that I don't even know how you want me to respond, Y/N," Jihoon said, almost apologetically.

"You can't like me," you insisted. "At least that's what I thought. How could you like me? I'm no one."

Jihoon's mouth popped open and he stared at you as if you had just sprouted a second head. "Is that why you haven't been talking to me?"

"Well...yeah."

This made him openly laugh as he scooted closer to you. Reaching over, he took your face between his hands. Smiling sadly, he began to shake his head. "You thought I'd decide you weren't worth it."

"Or that some other person would come along," you said quietly. It was growing harder and harder not to nuzzle your face into his palm. "Someone more notable or better looking."

"I'm not sure if you've hit your head lately," Jihoon grinned. "But I don't want them. I want you."

"Are you sure?" you squeaked.

"Wasn't I the one who gave you my number?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"No buts," he said quietly, this time his face serious. "No if's, no maybes. You are worth every bit of attention I give you, and then some. You cannot equate your worth based on your lack of celebrity. Do you know how many celebrities I know who are worth absolutely nothing at all?"

You could feel the tears start to well on your lower lashes. You had been so incredibly clueless all along. You had learned Jihoon's heart and you should have known better.

"I'm stupid," you whimpered. "And I'm sorry."

Jihoon's eyes were so soft as he looked at you, like he could never make you understand. "You are not and don't be. Just talk to me. I know I'm not the easiest person to be with, but I will make it so damn worth it for you, Y/N. Just give me the chance."

Gasping out a choked off sob, you pulled his face toward yours. Placing a kiss firmly on his lips, you pulled away again to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks. Giggling, you realized you had gotten some on Jihoon as well. Reaching up, you dabbed at his skin with sweater paws.

Smiling like your chest would burst with happiness, you looked into his eyes. A smile was waiting there too.

Everything was going to be okay as long as you let it.

[nolita-fairytale]

call sign: tennessee whiskey | rooster x fem!reader & hangman x phoenix | chapter eight

summary: you and bradley spend three days in encinitas on your proverbial honeymoon and make a big decision about your relationship.

warnings: smut, fluff, minor angst, suggestive language, swearing, mentions of death, military & aircraft carrier inaccuracies, second person pov

wc: 4.8k

listen to: the playlist

a/n: this is an exclusively rooster x whiskey chapter and gets a little smutty. this is the second to last part, so next chapter i'll wrap up the rom-com of these four. i'm going back to work and very much want to finish this nine chapter adventure before i do. however, i AM planning on writing a more extended oneshot that catches up with these guys a year and a half later so i'm definitely not done with these four.

chapter seven | masterlist | chapter nine

Friday 

“Look at us! We’re almost normal,” you comment, optimistically as you breathe in the bright California air. Sometimes, when you’re on leave, you can almost trick yourself into believing you’re a civilian. “No one would know by looking at us that you just saved the world!” 

“And almost died trying,” Bradley grumbles as a reminder the job you share is rarely ever that glamorous. 

Bradley holds your hand in his as the two of you walk along the beach. The drive up hadn’t been long, but you’d been eager to go for a walk after arriving. Once you’d arrived, Bradley had barely been able to put his seabag down before you’d practically tugged him outside across onto deck, past the gorgeous private pool, and off to the beach.

“That’s what I mean! We’re not aviators this weekend. We’re not facing near-death today! We’re just… two normal people who don’t have to worry about deployments or fighter jets or top secret missions funded and backed by the pentagon,” you continue, celebrating the freedom you’re leaning into on this particular leave. 

“Probably shouldn’t say that too loudly,” Bradley coughs, scanning the beach for any curious listeners. 

“Ahhhh yes, you’re right,” you mumble, lowering your voice. 

“But I like where this is going. We’re just… Mr. and Mrs. Smith,” Bradley chimes in, playing along with you. “You know… the boring ones. Not like... the spy assassin ones.”

“Right, right. Because there’s a fine line, Bradshaw,” you fire back. 

He laughs in response with a shake of his head, his eyes full of endearment towards you. 

“Okay so… how’d we meet?” you ask, turning to steal a glance Bradley’s way. 

“How does anyone meet these days?! On an app?” he answers, in his best well-duh tone of voice. 

“No!” you cry out, giving his arm a little shake. He laughs again, giving your hand a squeeze in return. God, no one’s made him laugh this much in a long time. He shoots you a quizzical look as you clarify with, “C’mon! There’s no romance in that! No, we uh… we definitely had a meet-cute.”

“Who knew you were such a romantic, Mrs. Smith,” Bradley chuckles as he teases you, giving your hand another squeeze. 

“Okay then. Tell me more about this meet-cute.”

“Okay hmmmm… so you’re…” you trail off, before letting the silliest, furthest away from reality thing tumble out of your mouth. “... a yoga instructor.”

“What?!” he yelps, his eyes widening at the ridiculous sentiment. 

“And I'm… a chef who’s just recently moved to San Diego to open up yet another fusion restaurant gentrifying small surf towns across the nation,” you continue, making sure your faux-job feels just as silly as his does. 

“Wait. Why am I the yoga instructor!? I can’t even touch my toes,” he backtracks, alarmingly. 

You laugh, “Because it’s funny! And maybe the furthest thing away from what we actually do.”

“Okay fine. I’m a yoga instructor,” he grumbles, resigning himself to his new pretend-occupation. “But I’m not growing out a man bun.”

“No, the mustache alone gives you enough street-cred. Or rather, hipster-cred, if you will,” you reply, playfully. 

“You like the mustache,” he shoots back. 

“Oh, I definitely like the mustache,” you smirk. “In fact, that’s how we met. I spotted that mustache across the room in a coffee shop, made sure to let you know that, even though they don’t really do it for me, yours was pretty cool, which of course led you to inviting me to the yoga studio that you own.” 

“Which was just an excuse to see you again,” Bradley adds, playing along. 

“Exactly,” you giggle, as the story continues to grow more and more ridiculous. “… And well, you know what they say! The rest was history.”

“You are so silly,” Bradley chuckles, releasing your hand as he wraps an arm around your shoulders instead. 

“Gotta keep you on your toes, Bradshaw,” you giggle, your sliding around his waist. “Oh! That reminds me. We need to go to the grocery store.”

“I thought you said we could stay in bed all weekend,” Bradley challenges, his tone light. 

“Fuel,” you shrug, coquettishly.  

“Besides, I’m cooking you dinner tonight.”

“Well, you are the chef between the two of us.”

“Now, you’re catching on.”

It’s later that night that Bradley learns that while you gave him the job furthest away from reality, the possibility of you being a chef was a lot more probable. He watches you create a lemon-scented pan sauce, his mind wandering back to earlier when he’d been surprised by your knife skills. 

“Holy shit! You really cook?!” he practically exclaims in the middle of the state-of-the-art home kitchen you’re occupying all weekend.

“Guilty,” you answer, as if it’s some kind of confession. “If I hadn’t gotten into the Naval Academy, I was going to go to culinary school. Just one psycho thing for the next.”

You coat the back of a spoon so that you can taste the sauce for seasoning:

Salt levels are good. Shallots are perfectly caramelized. Capers add the right amount of tang to it. 

You scoop up another pool of the liquid in the spoon once more, offering it to Bradley. 

“Come try this,” you say. “It’s a lemon chicken piccata. I think you’ll really like it.” You hold the spoon up to his lips, watching as Bradley tastes the lemon butter pan sauce. 

As soon as the sauce hits his tongue, you watch as he closes his eyes, in total disbelief. 

“Holy shit. This is un-fucking-real, honey,” he says, the term of endearment making you blush a little. 

“Thank you,” you smile, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips. 

As you pull away, he pulls you back for another kiss before murmuring against your lips, “Though I think I like it better on you.”

Holy shit, is that hot. 

As Bradley releases you, it’s almost as if you’ve forgotten to breathe. Your head feels light and you have to remind yourself to take a deep breath. 

“I won’t distract you any longer. Sooner we finish up dinner, the sooner I get you naked,” he coos, his hands dragging across your hips as he pulls away. 

Jeez, this man is perfect, you think to yourself. 

What the hell were you getting yourself into?

As you sit down to dinner with your lemon chicken piccata and a funky orange wine, you learn that Bradley can’t cook to save his life. You can’t believe that after two and a half weeks of the craziest of training, you’ve managed to find yourself on your proverbial honeymoon with a guy you’re quite sure is perfect. Sure, he’s got enough baggage to sink the USS Roosevelt, but you’re not sure you mind. He is, after all, who he is because of it. 

He finishes telling you another story from his days at UVA and you’re caught in a fit of giggles as you watch how animated he gets as tells you about his college-day shenanigans. 

“What?” he asks you, seeing the look on your face. 

You know you probably look like you’ve got goddamn hearts for pupils at this point, so your answer is simple:

“The more I learn about you, the more I like you, Bradshaw.”

He blushes.

“I really like you too, Whiskey.”

Saturday morning: 

Rooster Bradshaw thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. 

It doesn’t feel real. 

As you stand there in the middle of the kitchen, clad only in his NAVY tee, it’s as if the domestic bliss he’s always craved is right in front of him. 

This is all he’s ever wanted. 

Bradley’s frozen for a second, paused in a moment in time. Ever since his mother died, there’s been a hole in his heart he’s never been able to fill – not with girlfriends, not with work, not even with himself. It’s this hole in his heart that yearns for a family – that allows himself to be taken care of, to be cherished, to be loved. But he can feel something, this feeling, swelling in his chest as he watches you make breakfast in the way-too-fancy home kitchen after knowing you for barely three weeks. 

Now that he’s proven himself in the Navy, maybe he could begin healing his relationship with Mav. He could let himself open up to you. Maybe the part of his healing he’s been missing… is letting himself be loved. 

He’s not sure how long he’s been standing there, but he figures it’s been long enough as you turn back around to him, sending him a curious look. 

“Good morning, handsome. Coffee?” you greet him, with the sweetest smile he thinks he’s ever seen in his life. 

And damn, he loves the way you look in his t-shirt. 

“That would be great,” he answers, a lovestruck grin plastered to his face.

You hear the sounds of his footsteps before you feel his hands on your hips, pulling you in close to him from behind. You giggle, turning your head for a good morning kiss. Bradley’s lips are soft – a stark contrast from the rough texture of his mustache – earning another giggle from you. 

You nod towards the french press on the counter that holds the coffee you’ve just made. There’s a second mug resting on the table that you pulled from the cabinets for him. He likes that you thought of him – thought to do that. He likes being thought of. 

“How’d you sleep?” you ask, plating up two plates of eggs, bacon, sliced avocado, and a mix of berries you’d purchased yesterday. 

“Great. How about you?” Bradley answers, a soft smile on his face as he watches you. 

You wrap a hand around the edge of the plate while your other hand carries your coffee cup. 

“Wonderfully. Why don’t you grab a fork and meet me out by the pool?” you tempt him, sending a wink his way before disappearing, heading towards the sliding glass doors that lead to the deck. 

Instead of following suit, Bradley watches, taking this all in. He takes a few steps so that he can see you through the glass door. You sit down with your copy of today’s paper, while you snack on a few strawberries before picking up your fork to eat your soft scrambled eggs. Bradley swears under his breath, still in disbelief that this is real, before fixing his cup of coffee and taking his plate outside to join you. 

“You know… I know we have the same one… but I think I like mine better on you,” Rooster says, taking a seat on the lounge chair next to the one you’ve posted up on. 

You can practically feel your heart speed up, as you watch Bradley pop a strawberry into his mouth. 

“Listen. I’m just relieved you own something other than the Hawaiian shirts,” you admit, a cheeky smile on your face. 

“What’s wrong with my Hawaiian shirts?” he teases you with a wink. 

“Absolutely nothing. But… it’s not like I can bring you as a wedding date in a printed shirt and jorts,” you tease him back, playfully.

 As much as he likes to banter with you, he’s more focused on the fact that you’re thinking of ahead – thinking of the future with him. 

“How do you feel about eventually making our way out to the beach today?” you propose, continuing with your breakfast. 

“If we make it out… yeah,” Bradley replies, suggestively. 

You smirk, “Well in that case, finish your breakfast. You’ll need the energy.”

You enjoy the poolside breakfast with him, handing him the sports section of the newspaper so that he can check out some of the baseball stats. You swap: the arts section for the sports section when he mentions maybe seeing if there’s a show you both could go to – making plans that you most likely won’t make anyways. 

After breakfast, you pull Rooster’s NAVY shirt over your head, revealing your barely-covers-anything bikini you put on earlier. 

“You wanna-?” you start asking, with every intention of getting in the pool. 

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he says, grabbing your hand. 

Before you know it, Rooster’s thrown his empty breakfast plate on the small end table between both lounge chairs, pulling you back towards him. You follow, more than eager to explore exactly where this is going. As he pulls you down on top of him, you sit over his hips, just to feel how excited he’s gotten from seeing you in your bikini. 

“You are such a tease,” he growls, bucking his hips up into you. 

“I think you like it,” you smirk, leaning down to ghost your lips over his. 

“Uh huh,” he answers, and you can feel his breath on your lips. 

“Already, Roos?” you ask him, a devilish smile on your face as you grind your hips against him. 

He hisses, pushing his hips up again as he answers, “Baby, you’ve had me this hard all weekend.”

You giggle, your lips finally meeting his, your tongues easily tangling together as your lips move in perfect time. 

“I like these,” he says, his fingers dancing over your hips as works to untie your bikini bottoms. 

“Yeah?” you ask, your eyes filled with lust. 

“Yeah,” he answers, untying one side completely. 

Rooster sits up, flipping you over so that you’re now laying back against the lounge chair, earning something between a gasp and a laugh from you. Eagerly, he pulls your bikini bottoms off, tossing them somewhere on the deck as he covers your body with his in this new position. 

“Rooster,” you moan, his mouth moving lower. 

His lips and tongue are everywhere: your shoulders, your breasts, and rapidly making their way down your abdomen. 

His hands pull your legs apart to make room for his shoulders as he watches you with a fire in his eyes. You know exactly where this is going, waiting impatiently for him to touch you. Bradley licks a broad stripe up your already wet heat, his tongue stopping to move around your clit as you throw your head back, his name on your lips. 

“Bradley.”

“God, you taste so good, sweetheart.”

You close your eyes, the hot sun kissing the both of you as he eats you out, right on the freaking pool lounge chair. He works at your clit, tracing little shapes around it as you moan his name, trying to remind yourself not to be too loud since your friends do have neighbors. As his tongue moves further down, his mustache bumping up against your most sensitive spots, your hands move straight into his brunette waves, bucking your hips up against his face. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you cry as you feel him begin fucking you with his tongue. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

You feel him smile against you, your words having unleashed something within him. From here forward, Rooster is relentless. He’s holding your hips down, pulling all kinds of sounds from your body as he continues to bring you heavenly pleasure with his tongue and his fingers. 

“Fuck!” you cry, feeling that tight feeling in your abdomen as he pulls his fingers in and out of you. 

“You gonna cum for me again?” 

“Yes. God, yes. I’m so close!”

And it’s all he needs to hear to do whatever it takes to get you to cum, pulling you past the point of pleasure you thought you could feel. You come with a strangle moan, and before you know it, Bradley’s folding his body over yours once again. He presses his lips against yours and you can taste yourself on him, earning a moan from him as you kiss him with desperation. 

“I hope your friends don’t have cameras out here,” he chuckles, in between kisses. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” you tease. 

“Jeez, sweetheart. If that’s what you’re into….”

You were going to be the death of him. 

And, he decides, what a lovely way to go.

Sunday: 

“Bradley!” you gasp, feeling that all-too-familiar tightening in your abdomen, as Bradley winds you up.

“You gonna cum?” he grits out, his hips driving into at a rapid pace. “Go ahead. Let go for me, baby.”

“Yesyesyes,” you’re practically chanting as you feel him so, so deep inside of you. 

“Fuck, Bradley. I’m gonna-,” you pant, and he groans, feeling you squeezing around him. “Please make me cum.”

“God, I love it when you beg me. Shit. Holy shit, baby. Fuck,” Bradley grunts out, his face buried in the crevice of your neck. He whines your name so sweetly as he releases, finally stilling the motion of his hips. 

Bradley lifts his head, still inside of you as he leans down to press a passionate kiss to your lips. 

“Holy shit. How is it possible that it just keeps getting better and better?” you sigh, your back hitting the sheets as you catch your breath. 

“I don’t know but… if we get any better at it I might go into cardiac arrest,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. 

“No!!” you cry out, dramatically.

The two of you settle into a quiet intimacy, as you turn over onto your side, wrapping yourself up in the sheets. Bradley notices a shift in you, but remains on his back as you prop your head up on your hand. 

“I want to be with you,” you blurt out, causing Rooster to turn his head in your direction. 

He can’t even hide the smile on his face as he hears your words. 

“I want to be with you too, Whiskey,” he grins, his eyes as soft as the morning light. 

“Oh thank god!” you say, letting out a sigh of relief, eliciting the most amused look from Bradley. But you pause, and he can tell that you’ve got something else on your mind as you continue with, “I just-, I guess I’m just wondering if-. Do you… think we’re moving too fast?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, curiously, rolling over onto his side so that he can match your body language with his own. 

“I don’t know…” you hesitate with an ambivalent shrug. “We haven’t known each other for that long. Is it… totally wild to feel this way about someone after only three weeks?”

Bradley takes a beat, his chocolate brown eyes warm and filled with confidence. 

“Maybe. But stranger things have happened and… Whiskey, I-. I think I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time,” Bradley answers genuinely. 

“I think so too. Is that crazy?” you reply softly. 

“If it is, then at least we’re both in it together,” he reassures you, pulling you over to him so that you can cuddle.

“Okay.”

“What do you want to do today?” you ask him, shifting a little to something more lighthearted. 

Like you’d predicted, despite every intention of doing so, neither of you had made it out of the house this weekend aside from the occasional beach walk and for dinner last night in Leucadia. Not that you were complaining. The hot non-stop sex-a-thon and staying up to talk till the early hours of the morning were absolutely heaven… but you knew at some point you’d both have to resurface. 

“I think I might go for a run,” Bradley replies, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world. 

“You haven’t gotten enough cardio?!” you practically shriek in surprise. 

He chuckles, “Can’t take too many days off or I’ll lose my stamina, honey. Wanna come with?”

“Hmmm… I think I may just stay here… take a shower. Unlike you… I’m not a psychopath,” you joke. 

He laughs, “Okay, okay. Then how about when I get back, I’ll take you out to breakfast and we can go from there.”

“Sounds perfect,” you agree with a totally lovestruck smile. 

After a few more kisses, Bradley manages to unwillingly pry himself out of bed to get ready for his morning run. He’s right. You both have to return to reality at some point, and it’s not a bad idea to try to work in some of your routine before you’re back on base. You might’ve even agreed to go on a run with him, but selfishly, you’d like the alone time because you have to call Nat. 

Once Bradley is out of the house, you slip a t-shirt left on the floor from the night before, hurrying into the master bathroom. You quickly FaceTime Natasha, praying that she picks up, considering this is the first time you’ve had a moment to call. 

“Hey! Didn’t think I’d be hearing from you till you got back,” Nat says as soon as she answers the call. 

“Oh my God, Nat. I am in love with this man,” you say, incredulously. 

“Are you talking about Rooster?” she asks.

“Yes, of course I’m talking about Rooster!” you exclaim, with a laugh. 

“Jeez, Whiskey. How much sex are you guys having?!” she teases, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“You… don’t want to know the answer to that,” you answer honestly. 

“You’re right,” she nods, her voice dropping. “I don’t. I guess I don’t even need to ask how it’s going then.”

“So well. Too well. I-, we told each other that we want to give this a shot. A relationship,” you fill her in. 

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“I mean... Whiskey, I think he’s ready to settle down with someone and… that’s why I wanted to introduce the two of you so badly. Don’t overthink it. Chalk it up to good timing,” she advises. 

“Okay yes, but do you think this is too fast?” you ask, nervously. 

“It’s… fast, sure. But it’s not like you’re getting married or anything,” she reassures you, before pausing. “You’re-... not getting married-.”

“Of course not!” you interrupt her, rolling your eyes playfully. 

“You know what the proverbial they say: when you know you know,” Nat adds, trying her best to offer up a little more reassurance. 

“Yeah, I guess I’m just trying to check in with myself. Make sure we’re being realistic, you know?” you vent. Truthfully, your hesitations have nothing to do with Rooster and everything to do with the fact that you haven’t chosen the best partners in the best. But Rooster? He’s near-perfect. 

“Have you told him about your deployment yet?” Nat asks you. 

You shake your head, “Not yet. I didn’t want it to be another thing to raise the stakes, you know? But I’m… I’m kind of nervous to.”

“Rooster knows how this goes. He’ll be fine,” she replies. 

You nod slowly, “How are things going on your end?”

“Uh… good. Just waiting for you guys to get back before I head back up to LA,” Nat replies with the most casual tone in her voice. You eye her suspiciously, knowing that that can’t just be it. 

“And Jake?” you ask, curiously. 

“What about Jake?” she asks back, earning a funny look from you. 

Okay, Trace. 

If she needs it spelled out, that’s exactly what you’ll do. 

“Have you guys talked or are the two of you still just fucking each others’ brains out?” you rephrase, putting it bluntly. 

Natasha rolls her at eyes at your crass comment before answering, “More so the latter,”

“Got it.”

You take a beat, not wanting to overstep, but then again this is the woman that quite literally parent-trapped you and Rooster. 

“It would be okay, Nat… if you had feelings for him,” you begin, cautiously. 

“Whiskey, I don’t-,” but she can’t finish the sentence. She knows she can’t finish that sentence because it would be a lie. And when has she ever been able to bullshit you? If anything, you’re the person who knows both her and Jake the best. 

She takes a beat before opening her mouth to say something else, “I don’t know if I’m ready. For that.”

You nod slowly, “And that’s okay too. You’re just gonna have to tell him.”

“Yeah, I know,” she sighs, dissatisfied with the resolution she’s come to. She changes the subject and you talk about a few other things. Who else is going on the next deployment from the Dagger Squad. Having lunch solo with Halo. That Maverick and Penny seemed to be a thing.

“Hey uh… I gotta run but, we’ll talk. When you’re back,” Natasha says, as she realizes what time it is.

“Yeah of course,” you agree.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon,” she smiles, signing off. 

“Bye, Nat.”

You take a breath after hanging up the phone with Nat. Maybe you wish that she and Jake could just figure it out, but you also know that they’re not exactly those people. They’re actually the most stubborn people you know. You run the shower for a minute or so, waiting for it to come up to temp before stepping in, letting the water help you think through things. 

You and Bradley were different. Both of you were looking for something – a relationship – and had found a connection with each other that felt good. It felt right to be with him, even if the idea of falling in love with him terrified you – even if it felt like the two of you were on the fast track. But Jake and Natasha? You’ve always felt like they were more similar than either of them would admit. They’d have to really want it, really want to be together to make it work, and it doesn’t seem like either of them are there yet. 

You finish up your shower, enjoying a little you-time before Bradley gets back. You haven’t exactly had that much since you got here, but you know you’ll have plenty when you return to Lemoore. After shutting off the water and drying your hair as best as you can with just the towel, you wrap a second towel around your body before heading back into the bedroom. 

Only, you see something you’re not expecting – something you weren’t quite ready for. 

“Bradley…” is all that comes out of your mouth as you see him. 

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, tanned skin glistening from his run while he holds loose papers in his hands. 

Papers. 

Those papers. 

Your papers. 

“Why didn't you tell me?” he asks, looking up from your deployment papers. 

“Bradley. I’m sorry,” you repeat, your voice shaking a little. 

You take a few steps towards him, stopping so that you can sit next to him on the edge of the bed. 

“I don't know…” you answer, honestly. “I guess I just thought-. We've clouded our judgment with hot sex all weekend….” You laugh nervously. “... and all of this has just been so intense – between the mission, and you almost dying, and… – I didn’t want my deployment to change the outcome of this weekend.”

You wait for him to answer, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he listens to you. You’re right. The parameters of the mission, your hookup, all of it has been so high stakes. He’d be a fool to deny it. But it doesn’t change how crazy he is about you. He thinks he’d feel this crazy about you if he met you in the supermarket, not in training for a suicide mission. 

“I understand,” he says, his voice low as he turns to you. “But I wish you had told me.”

“Would it have changed anything for you?” you ask, stealing a glance his way. 

“No,” he reassures you, his voice softening. He slips an arm around your bare shoulders, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin. “I just-, I don’t know. I guess I thought we’d have more time before we had to deal with… all of this.”

You nod, “I know. I should’ve told you earlier.”

“You still want to do this?” you ask again, with a nervous flutter in the bottom of your belly. 

“Yeah, of course,” he admits with a smile. “But it’s not going to be easy and… I guess… these papers just reminded me of that.”

You turn your body towards him so that you’re facing him, no longer sitting side by side. Bradley runs his fingers through your wet locks, eventually moving to cup your face. There’s a sadness in his eyes and you can see that the reality of your jobs has set in. 

“I kinda wish I was still a yoga instructor and you were some hot shot chef,” he chuckles, trying his best to make light of the situation.

“Me too,” you agree. “It’ll only be a month. And… then maybe once Cyclone has all the data he needs… they’ll make our detachment official. We-... won’t have to be apart.”

Bradley nods, “Yeah. We’re gonna figure this out together, sweetheart. I know it.”

You smile in response. How is this man real?

“How can you be sure?” you ask him, hopefully. 

“I can just feel it,” he replies, leaning in to kiss you. He touches his lips to yours before pulling back to ask, “What would you say to getting back in the shower?”

You smirk, “Lead the way, handsome.”

read: chapter nine

[dr-futbol-blog]

The Storm/The Eye, Pt. 8

Elsewhere, McKay and Weir are also working hard to save Sheppard (and Sheppard alone, since they don't know about anyone else in the city). McKay is trying to get his plan to work with the subroutines as fast as he can, and Weir asks him to stall so that Sheppard has enough time not to get electrocuted by the plan to save him working.

And again, when push comes to shove, McKay who believes himself a terrible liar lies like a pro to save both Sheppard and Weir, inventing codes they need to insert. They both seem ready to even lose the city before losing him. McKay allowing himself to get slapped by Kolya is small compared to that, he doesn't even have to think twice about it as he provokes a complete sociopath to distract him.

Again, while he is capable of lying when it's needed, he's also successfully using the truth to buy Sheppard more time. This is what he believes about himself. But that's not what we've been seeing all day, at all.

Their bluff backfires when Kolya decides to abandon ship, as he intends to take both of them with him as "payment for what they've done". Again, he's treating McKay as an extension of Sheppard (also, to a lesser degree Weir, but McKay's "What we've done?!" just underlines his role in all of this). Both Weir and McKay were protecting Sheppard, which is why they both really start panicking only when the Genii soldiers start leading them away from where they would have been able to engage the shield as soon as they knew Sheppard was somewhere safe.

The climax of the episode happens with Kolya holding Weir hostage in front of the stargate. Note, however, that Sheppard makes sure, before he does anything, that McKay is safe. Like, you could interpret it as Sheppard pawning saving McKay off to Ford while he himself went off to save Weir, but that's not really what happened. Clearly, Kolya was the biggest threat in the room which is why it made sense for Sheppard to go after him first. But the very first thing he did, before making any kind of a move, was to make sure that McKay was safe (and "You got McKay?" is a question, he is making sure).

Earlier, he made sure that Ford has on him a gun capable of killing people instead of a stunner. Then he makes sure that while he takes out their primary target that the whole attention of the second best soldier in the whole expedition, who he also had hand-picked for his own team, that his whole attention was on keeping McKay safe for him while he took out the person that threatened him with killing McKay pretty much all the day long.

However you interpret Sheppard's actions, Kolya damn sure thought of McKay as Sheppard's primary motivation. And he probably really hoped that he had McKay instead of Weir in front of him, as we come to Sheppard's BAMF moment at the end:

Yes, he's an expert marksman. He was able to shoot Col. Sumner very accurately in Rising (S01E02). And we know that he really wants to kill Kolya, having promised to do just that earlier in retribution for killing Weir.

But I wonder if he had been able to do this if it had been McKay instead of Weir. If he hadn't made sure that Rodney was safe first. If he had been able to focus, if his hand would have been steady, his aim firm, his breathing calm. If he had been so cavalier about the possibility of his death. I wonder.

So, Sheppard actually misses (if we assume that he had intended to make good of his promise to kill Kolya), managing to wound him and send him hurling down the Nakatomi Building into the event horizon. Weir is, understandably, shaken.

Weir is paralyzed by fear, possibly even in shock. She's a complete and total civilian, where McKay has actually been on missions and tight spots, even shoot outs (Suspicion, S0105), and hence is able to get swiftly out of the way when the shooting starts.

Sheppard: You okay? McKay: I'm fine. This is... this is fun for me.

So he makes sure that she's okay, leads her out of harm's way by hand because she doesn't seem capable of moving on her own. All very romantic. Only, she tells him that she's not okay and he kind of tells her to snap out of it: "You will be [fine]. Come on!"

Again, his tone of voice is not that of someone that just saved the love of his life or was in a really high pressure situation but someone that wants her to hurry up. What he does is shake her out of it and drag her by the hand to McKay up on the control platform because they all still need to be there for his plan to save the city to work. The one that it is revealed had been his plan all along, and they had just been fibbing and stalling the Genii to save Sheppard. Sheppard was executing McKay's plan by getting her to move on.

McKay is really anxious to get the shield up and save them all, but Beckett and Teyla are still missing. McKay tells them that they have 2,5 minutes, so Sheppard tells him to wait for two. And impending doom, city of the ancients about to be destroyed with the stargate that is the only way for anyone to ever get back to the Milky Way galaxy with all of them in it, McKay doesn't even argue. He just does what Sheppard asks. Just like that. Until the last possible moment.

This is the same sheepish look he gave Sheppard earlier in the day when he'd just been lashing out at his team and he walked in. Like he really, really disagreed but swallowed it all down because it's Sheppard.

For some reason, when it's time for McKay to save the city and the day, both Weir and Sheppard run toward him. And watch him work. Like getting real close to him and right up in his face is somehow going to make things work better or move faster. They all sure seem to think he's Superman or Mr. Fantastic right then. Sheppard especially looks at him like he's dumbstruck (because, as established before, for him McKay is the Big Damn Hero).

Sheppard does the thing with his lip. Might be that he wants to say something in what could be their final moments that he can't say.

Could be Rodney does too:

Instead, he seems to suddenly notice that Beckett is also in the room:

McKay: Carson. Beckett: Rodney. McKay: Just in time to see how this ends, huh?

He's saying good-bye, he's comforting them by inserting levity into the situation, making it less emotionally heavy. Even here, in what could have been their final moment, he's trying to help Sheppard by turning an intensely emotional moment that he can't deal with (see every other time he does the lip thing) into something more manageable while still getting to say good-bye just in case. By saying it to Beckett instead (who, it should be noted, he was willing to sacrifice to save the city just a moment ago). Beckett isn't who he wants to say good-bye to. Who he's trying very hard not to look at here.

The plan works, and they have the following exchange:

Weir: Nice work, Rodney! McKay: Did you ever doubt me? Weir: Yes! Several times!

She may have doubted him. But I can spot someone that never did, not for one moment.

The way Sheppard is looking at him. I can't. I just. Can't.

Sheppard turns and says "I see you made a new friend, Teyla!" and his tone of voice tells us that he wanted to say something entirely different. Just like Rodney said his good-bye to Beckett instead of the person he wanted to say it to, Sheppard expresses his gratitude to Teyla instead of the person he wants to say it to. And the words that they are saying are entirely different from the meaning conveyed. It's misattribution or a kind of projection meant to reduce anxiety.*

Both his tone and his expression are just way out of whack with what he's saying (his tone is kind of like Teyla had just brought in a unicorn or something, like he's never seen a friend before). He actually glances at Rodney as he's saying it. He's trying so very hard not to look at him with a face that has Christmas morning all over it.

All is well that ends well, we are lead to believe. We finish with Weir and Sheppard up on the balcony watching the expedition return from their short exile. We are meant to understand that this ordeal has brought Weir and Sheppard closer together. They are standing very close, although note that Weir is standing behind him, sort of boxing him in.

McKay joins them and we get something very different from how we started this story, where Sheppard was seeking McKay out, trying to coax reactions out of him, getting too close to him, watching him pretty much all the time, his body actually drawn to the other man.

Here, he turns away, gives a short, noncommittal reply to Rodney's direct question, and otherwise only engages Weir. He is acting different.

Some people see Sheppard smile here. He smiles briefly where they can see but as he turns his face away from them, he does the lip thing and swallows hard. Like, it's meant to be a humorous moment that Beckett wasn't able to patch Rodney up and he had to do it himself and he knows about as much about medicine as Beckett does about engineering. Oh, that Rodney McKay. So silly, so inept in non-science things.

But that, my friends, is pure pain on Sheppard's face that he doesn't want them to see. He let that happen. He let them injure McKay. And a lot worse could have happened. He came so close to losing him. This reaction, on his face? That's all because of Rodney.

He's able to stand there, chit-chatting with Weir like everything's back to normal. He can't even look at Rodney. Does not glance at him once here. He looks away from him, very pointedly stares at nothing when Rodney is talking. He's very obviously avoiding his eyes. He doesn't want to be left alone with him. He turns his whole body away, turns his back on him.

Because John Sheppard has just been reminded that caring so much about someone that you are constantly putting into danger is a Really Bad Idea. People on his team that he cares about die like Dex and Mitch (and Capt. Holland, as we later learn). The more he cares about someone, the more likely it is that they're going to die horrible deaths because of him. Kolya was using McKay to get to him, to punish him. To get payback on him. He survived this time but not unscathed. He tells Weir: "You're extremely optimistic, you know that?" Because he is not feeling optimistic at all right then, quite the opposite.

He's pretending like everything's back to normal. It's not. It's not that this ordeal brought him and Weir closer together, it's that he's trying to create distance between himself and McKay and he's using Weir to do that. Comparing the start and the end of the story, it becomes so painfully obvious what's happening.

McKay was trying to reconnect here. To cheer him up. It's possible the bandage thing was exactly that, an attempt to turn it into a joke, to remind Sheppard that everything is going to be fine, no permanent harm done. Get a chuckle out of him. Except, John Sheppard has been reminded that his love is poison. He has to protect himself from falling any harder. And most of all, he has to protect Rodney McKay from getting too close to him. Sheppard cares about him too much to allow him to die because of him.

The thing is, Sheppard never got to see how hard they were working to save him, to keep him safe. How much they were willing to sacrifice for him. He only saw what he had to do to save them (again, he killed a. lot. of. people, fellow soldiers, basically innocent men just following orders; at the end of the season he confesses to Col. Sumner's fiend that he's the one who has to live with the guilt). Neither he nor Rodney recognize their own inherent worth. Both, for their own reasons, believe that someone loving them can only be a mistake. And that is the tragedy.

.* "Projection reduces anxiety by allowing the expression of the undesirable impulses or desires without becoming consciously aware of them; attributing one's own unacknowledged, unacceptable, or unwanted thoughts and emotions to another."

[antiquarianfics]

The Best Things Take Time

Bucky has a code. You manage to crack it.

A/N: This took me so long because I wasn't really sure how I wanted to go about it. I'm pretty happy with it, I think. Also, my first request! I hope I did your brain-child justice. :) Warnings: Mild language. Based on this request. Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to repost or translate my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and/or reblog.

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Bucky Barnes decided early on in his life as a free man that he wasn’t going to try and date—even with Sam and Yori pushing him all the time. His triggers are gone, yes, but he is starkly aware that he still has a long way to go before he might be considered ready to give time and energy to another person on a daily basis. However, if there is anyone in the world that makes him reconsider his own rule, it’s you.

The two of you first formally met when Steve, Sam, and yourself finally tracked him down. You were kind to him, but you kept your distance. He never made many attempts to speak with you, but the short interactions he did have with you were short and clinical. He never asked, but he’s pretty sure you’re afraid of him—of what he’s done.

Despite this assumption, Bucky takes note of the way you drop everything to help him time and time again. You back him in Washington, you back him in Siberia, you back him in Wakanda, and you back him in Washington in the second go-round. He is appreciative—very much so—but he keeps his distance regardless. After all, he shouldn’t risk losing an ally by something as silly as small talk.

Things begin to change, though, when he runs into you at the airport. Both him and you felt the need to get on Sam’s back about giving up the shield.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, a little indignantly. You cringe a little at your tone, but you brush it off nonetheless.

Bucky shoots you an annoyed look before turning to Sam.

Throughout the mission to track down the Flag Smashers, you and Bucky bicker (even more than Sam and Bucky do). You challenge him on every opinion he shares, poke fun at every misstep he takes, and side with Sam for the sake of disagreeing with him. He returns the favor, and he ignores the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth.

Your interactions are not particularly pleasant, sure, but they’re existent—which is progress.

—

“Does he always stare like that?” Walker asks Sam, eyeing Bucky uncomfortably.

“You get used to it,” Sam replies.

You glare at Walker. His attitude towards you and your boys bothers you. His entitlement to Steve’s shield and name bothers you. He bothers you.

“Does she always stare like that?” Walker asks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Only when douchebags harass my friends,” you deadpan.

You are plenty aware this is the first time you’ve called Bucky your friend, and you can tell he is too by the way his eyes shift from Walker to you. You’re not aware, though, that your concession of friendship serves as the push he needs to talk to you more.

—

It takes time, but over the next few weeks, Bucky manages to get you to open up. He’s surprised with himself by how he’s willing to talk to you; after all, people are usually trying to get him to talk.

Bucky finds out that you’re actually not as reserved as he thought, but you had heard both Steve’s stories of before and multiple people’s accounts of after. Your distance, you admit, was a consequence of you trying to give him space when everyone else was crowding him. Your teasing and bickering with him was a consequence of trying to create said space. The revelation makes Bucky’s heart clench: no one has made him feel so cared for in a long time.

Bucky sticks by his no dating rule, though. After all, you may be friends, and you may be acting nicer to him lately, but there’s no way you like him like that.

Or, at least he thinks so until Louisiana.

—

“Hey, Sarah,” Bucky says, flashing a charming smile at her from where he sits next to Sam and yourself on the dock.

“Hey!” You smack his chest with the back of your hand. “No flirting with Sam’s sister.”

He lets his attention shift to you, and he can’t help the surprise. He’s aware that you could just be enforcing Sam’s demand from earlier, but you’re so adamant. He thinks maybe he sees a flash of jealousy in your eyes, but he thinks, too, he might just be seeing what he wants to see.

Sam and Sarah continue to bicker before she shoos the three of you away from the boat. Sam and Bucky step onto the dock and begin to walk away before you, and they keep walking even when Sarah stops you.

“Subtle,” she says, smirking at you. You wave her off, your face heating up with a blush.

“Shut up,” you say, embarrassment entwined with each syllable.

Bucky thinks maybe—just maybe—you might like him back.

—

Looking back on the last few years, Bucky can hardly believe the journey you and he had been on. Being so distant most of your time together in the first few years, and then being so rude to each other the next few, and then needing a push from the Wilsons to actually do anything about your feelings… it was interesting, to say the least.

He remembers the day you agreed to leave Louisiana with him. It was an impulsive decision, but it led to the first time the two of you had truly been alone together. It led to inside jokes and deep conversations. It led to a genuine friendship.

“I’m headed out tomorrow,” Bucky informed you and Sam.

The three of you were sitting on the porch of Sarah’s house, conversation flowing from friendly jests, to Karli, to the boat, to whatever else. Your head shot up to stare at him, eyes widening.

“What? Why?” Your tone was a little panicked. Bucky raised his eyebrows at your tone. Sam laughed, and you shot him a glare.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome, Doll,” he said. Ever since the incident with Sarah, he’d let a few pet names for you fall from his lips, and he smugly noted the way they made you squirm.

“Oh.”

“Well!” Sam exclaimed, clapping his palms on his knees as he stood. “I’m gonna go check on Sarah and the boys while you,” he pointed at the two of you in turn, “figure whatever is going on here out.”

You protested, but Sam was gone without another word. Neither one of you spoke for a moment, and you chewed on your lip.

“You’re really going?” You asked shyly.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“You can come with me, if you want,” he offered before he can think better of himself.

Your eyes shot to his, analyzing his face for any sort of jest. He seemed sincere, and once you decided he wasn’t pulling your leg, you responded.

“Okay.”

He remembers the day the two of you finally addressed that you were more than friends. Bucky, of course, has a no dating rule, and you? You had no such thing, but you weren’t dating either. In fact, you hadn’t since before Karli and the Flag Smashers showed up.

Bucky and yourself were at a bar, drinking and laughing with one another. He was sober, of course, but you were a little tipsy. You had a dopey smile on your face that he thought was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He still thinks your smile is the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

That’s when a young woman sauntered up to the bar. She was gorgeous; her long, black braids reached her waist, her lips were painted a bright red color, and she wore a halter top that left little to the imagination.

“Hi,” she said, grabbing your attention, shooting you a flirtatious smile.

“Hi!” You said, the alcohol making you friendlier than you usually are.

“I saw you across the bar, and I was jus’ wonderin’, would you wanna grab a drink with me? Maybe dance a lil’?” Her eyes dragged down your body and back up to your eyes.

Your eyes widened and you blushed.

“Oh, uh! T-thank you! I’m flattered, but, uh, I got my guy right here, and I kinda like him too much to date!” You sort of yell-whispered the confession to the girl.

She glanced behind you to Bucky whose eyes had also widened in shock, his mouth hanging open a little. The woman laughed and touched your shoulder comfortingly.

“‘s alright,” she assured. “Was worth a shot, though.”

She turned to Bucky then.

“Yo, congrats, man. You’re a lucky guy once you two talk that through.”

With that, she had left, and you turned around to Bucky.

“Look,” you said, more sober sounding than you’d been since the two of you arrived at the bar. “I don’t know what you think this is, or what you want it to be, but I’m all in if you are.”

Bucky leaned forward and kissed you without a second thought.

And he remembers the moment he decided he was going to marry you, if you’d have him.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in your shared apartment; after about two years of dating, you insisted you live together.

“Buck, you’re always here. All your stuff is here. I don’t think you’ve stepped foot in your apartment in a month. You’re just wasting money on rent at this point.”

You were leaned into his side, eyes glued to the tv screen. The two of you were watching The Princess Bride (it’s one of the many movies you insisted was so culturally significant that he had to see it). It was the way you would turn to him at your favorite parts, gauging his reactions to see if he loved it like you did; the way you would mouth the most iconic lines along with the characters; and the way you would sigh contentedly and cuddle further into his side at the romantic scenes that really pulled the realization from deep within him. And, perhaps, it was the way you produced the most ridiculous voice to say "Mawwiage! Mawwiage is what bwings us here today!" that truly brought the idea of marrying you to the forefront of his mind. Regardless, he knew he wanted you around for the rest of his already over-extended lifetime.

—

Bucky Barnes decided early on in his life as a free man that he wasn’t going to try and date, and he decided late in his life as a free man that he wasn't going to ever try and date anyone other than you. So, here he finds himself, kneeling on the ground in front of you with a ring extended towards your person, and hoping you'll say yes.

"Sweetheart, I know we've had a lot of ups and downs. We met when I wasn't truly myself, we got together when I was still figuring out who I am on my own—without Steve, without HYDRA—but no matter what, you've been there for me. You're still here for me.

"You deserve the world, Doll, and I want to give it to you. I want to be here for all your ups and downs, and I want to spend my life being to you what you've already been to me.

"You're my partner, you're my best friend, you're the love of my life. And if you'll have me, I'll be your king, if you'll be my queen. I'll be your husband, if you'll be my wife.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

You let out a laugh through a sob, pulling your hand to your face to quickly wipe your tears away, and you nod vigorously. You drop to your knees, pulling Bucky's face into your hands, caressing his cheek gently. Smiling, you respond.

"James Bucky Barnes, of course I'll marry you."

[kimbappykidding]

Oher Parts: Part One, Part Two and Part Four.

One night in bed Sehun had a revelation for you. "You know some of the guys are kinda jealous" Sehun said and you looked at him "of us, why?". "They said I'm getting the best outfits". You smiled "have they ever just considered you look good in everything?" trailing a hand down his abs. Sehun smiled and held your hand against him "I've tried telling them that but they won't listen, maybe they'll have to hear it from you?". You smiled as he leaned in "I'll get right on that...after I'm done with this" and kissed him. Sehun pulled you onto him and you made a happy content noise. Sehun chuckled "you make all sorts of cute noises around me but my favourite is the way you say my name". You blushed but smiled at him "this again?". "Yes this again! As if you're not sexy enough your voice is so hot" Sehun said and he looked at you expectantly. You knew exactly what he was expecting and tilted your head looking down at him. "Sehun?" you asked faking innocent but put your best sigh to it. Sehun visibly squirmed and yanked you back towards him. You laughed at the effect it had on him until you saw the look in his eye. "Laugh all you want but I'm going to have you chanting it just give me five minutes". In response you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and set a timer "go on then". Sehun won the bet. So you continued hooking up with Sehun and the visits he paid to your studio continued as well. Sure you'd always enjoyed your job but there was something so exciting about fooling around with Sehun. Every fitting was charged with sexual tension and you loved the secretive looks Sehun gave you. The looks that told you exactly what Sehun was thinking and what you'd be up to later. Relatedly the makeout sessions at work were great too. You never went too far at work and were really careful but the looks Sehun would send you were enough to weaken you and the texts he sent you were more than enough to push you over the edge. It was a whirlwind of fun and even though you had no official guess at what this was you knew things weren't as casual when you started getting jealous and possessive over him.

Sehun's presence at work was being felt but not only by you. Sehun was friendly and chatted with all the girls while he was in your department. He had to otherwise everyone would guess what was going on in minutes but you didn't like how far one girl was taking it. Nalah was the newest member of your department and her proudest achievement was she was the youngest one and she mentioned it every day. It was like she thought you all went home and cried because she was still a teenager. She hadn't realised yet that there was nothing wrong with ageing and grown men paying attention to a 19-year-old isn't a good thing. So she had an inflated ego and reckoned she had a shot with lots of idols even though she'd barely even spoken to them. However, one idol she had spoken to was Sehun and she began to get ideas. "Has anyone noticed how Sehun's hanging around here a lot lately?" Nalah asked one day. You froze at the question and then tried to pretend like you hadn't even heard her. "Yes so?" one of your co-workers called Choonhee asked "he's not doing any harm". "I know I never said he was I just wondered why he's here so much". Everyone else shrugged not too bothered and you began to calm down again...but when Nalah didn't get the response she wanted she answered for you all. "I think he has a thing for me!" she said and you couldn't help your eyes widening a little which she noticed. "What does that look mean?" she asked and you smiled "nothing just...why? Has he asked you out or flirted with you?". "He hasn't asked me out but flirts all the time!" she cried and you nodded "right..." not believing her. "Plus he checks out my ass like 5 times a day and my boobs...it must be so nice not getting bothered by that kind of attention" she said shooting you a *sympathetic look* which was really a sneer. Before you could reply your manager spoke up "you better hope that's not true Nalah because we have a strict no fraternising with idols rule here. Even if he does like you, you can't date him or anything else unless you want to lose your job?". Nalah's expression changed and she shook her head "no" and got back on with her work. Choonhee shot you a smirk and you returned it but your manager's words brought home what would happen if this got out. Maybe you should end this before anything bad happened? Then you saw Nalah perk up the second Sehun appeared and those thoughts left your head. If hooking up with Sehun wasn't good enough, knowing Nalah thought he was here for her when he was here for you made it even sweeter. Nalah's behaviour however began to really grate on you and you couldn't stop noticing it! Anytime the manager wasn't around Nalah would flirt none stop with Sehun and it was infuriating. She was so obvious and it wasn't even natural or subtle. You were all for girls being dominant and forward but she had zero reciprocation from Sehun but still wouldn't stop. Sehun quickly worked out something was odd and asked what was going on one week later. "She thinks you're into her" you said and Sehun laughed "isn't she like 12?". You smiled "no she's 19 but acts like a 12-year-old". "Even 19 is way too young for me. Why would I go near a 19-year-old?" Sehun asked and you smiled and kissed him. When you pulled back Sehun blinked his eyes opened and looked at you "what was that for?". "Because you're a good guy but there are a lot of bad guys who see nothing wrong with dating a girl way younger than them". Sehun shook his head "I have no idea why, if you were 10 years younger than me you wouldn't get all my references or find me funny" Sehun said and you paused shooting him a look. "Hey!" he said and you laughed "I'm kidding of course" hugging him and Sehun nodded "good" resting his head on yours "do you think Nalah will go away or should I say something?". You paused unsure what to say. You wanted to tell him to march in there tomorrow and shut her down but also didn't want to come across too possessive. You still weren't anything official and thought it wasn't your right. "You've gone quiet" Sehun said pulling away "what's up?". He looked at you "what are you thinking?". You sighed "that I'd really love you to shut her up". Sehun smiled "then that's what I'll do" and he kissed you "you only have to ask. I'm very good at taking directions". You smiled "so I've noticed" and with a grin Sehun came closer "but there are some things I know you like without having to be told" and he climbed on top of you and started to demonstrate. Sehun told you he'd tell her on Monday and so when he came into the studio you gave him some privacy and returned 10 minutes later to find Sehun gone.  Nalah was quietly working and you watched her trying to look for any sign she was upset. She was quiet which was odd in itself and you felt bad for her. Being that young and having a guy that looks like Sehun show you attention would've been a lot for any girl. You couldn't blame her and hoped she wasn't taking it too hard. "Do you need any help with that?" you asked trying to be nice. Nalah turned around and looked you up and down before nodding. You took some of the fabric and set it up on another sewing machine. She was off all day and left without saying goodbye to anyone. "What's with her?" Choonhee asked and you shrugged. Feeling bad but glad this was all over... You were too naive. Tuesdays were your favourite days because you started a few hours later due to scheduling demand but this one, in particular, should be fun because you had a fitting appointment with Sehun. Ever since you'd started seeing one another these appointments were very funny. It was just you and Sehun pretending you didn't know one another and trying not to check each other out the whole hour. Plus you still hadn't found a bad look on Sehun and loved dressing him up in different things and styling him how you liked. So you were in a good mood when you headed into work...until you saw Sehun already having his fitting with Nalah. Sehun looked at you the second you entered and looked confused. You took in the room and frowned "what is going on?". "Nalah said you wouldn't be in today" Choonhee said. You frowned "and where did you get that from Nalah?". "I thought you said you had a doctor's appointment?". "Yeah after work and I'm here...so want to tell me why you're working with my client?". She rolled her eyes "don't be so dramatic I'm helping you out". You nodded "well I'm here now so I can take over". "No I've started his fitting now so I'll finish it" she said turning back to Sehun, a smile on her face. "No you won't" you said and her smile fell. She turned around with a sigh "You're being childish. I'm already doing it so go and do something else". "No he's my client and I want to make sure it's done right so step away from him and put down the measuring tape". "Are you gonna make me?" she asked and you paused in shock. You could and wanted to attack her but that'd get you fired. You could go get your manager but that could get her fired and you didn't want to do that no matter your feeling for her. Nalah knew you'd never do anything too extreme and smiled turning back to Sehun. You thought that was it, you'd lost but you forgot you had someone in your corner. "Sorry about that interruption, now where were we?" Nalah said turning back Sehun. She went to touch his sleeve but he stepped back "I'd prefer if Y/n did it actually". You all froze and Nalah blinked "I...why? I'm just as good as her if not better!". "She's my stylist and I trust and prefer her" Sehun said and he moved away from her and came to stand with you. "You said she wasn't in but she is so I want her" Sehun said. You wanted to kiss him right then and there but couldn't of course. Seeing Nalah's angry face was almost as good though. She looked so angry you expected to see smoke coming from her head. "Fine!" she yelled throwing the measuring tape down "that's what I get for being a good person!" and stormed from the room. Choonhee laughed and nodded to Sehun "well done". Sehun wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or not so you jumped in "she means that. Thank you from all of us for standing up to her". When Sehun realised it was a compliment he blushed and smiled at you "no problem...I never would've let her start if I knew you were here". "It's okay" you smiled at him "now should I start your fitting?". "Yes please" Sehun replied and you smiled getting the measuring tape. You completed Sehun's fitting with a lot of smiles and jokes. After he left Choonhee turned to you "Y/n I think Nalah might've been right about Sehun having a crush". You gaped and she shook her head "no not about it being her. Just about him having a crush...I think it's on you". You paused and blushed without even meaning to. You had no idea what to say so just acted as if you were blushing because of what Choonhee had said. "What makes you say that?". "The way he stood up to Nalah! He was very clear he wanted you, idols don't tend to get attached to their stylists but Sehun clearly likes you and I think he's been hanging out here because of you". You looked down "I...I don't think so". "Oh come on the way he was looking at you was so obvious! He likes you and you clearly like him too with how much you're blushing". You shook your head "I'm blushing because of what you're insinuating. He's a gorgeous idol". "And you're a beautiful woman he chose to be with" Choonhee smiled "no reason to be bashful Y/n". "I...have to finish this outfit" you said acting like you were too flustered but really you just wanted Choonhee to stop talking so she didn't pry too deeply. You didn't see Nalah for the rest of the day and figured she'd gone home *ill*. Which was just fine by you, you and Choonhee worked in peaceful harmony until she clocked out then it was just you. You were tinkering away at a jacket you were embellishing when the door opened. You figured it was Choonhee who always seemed to forget something so didn't turn around. Then you felt two arms around your waist and lips on your neck. You jumped but quickly realised who it was. "Sehun what are you doing here?" you laughed. "Are you kidding? I've been resisting the urge to come down here and kiss you ever since this morning" he replied. You might've been doing something similar and smiled "mhmmm and why is that?" you teased. "Because you were so hot and fiery this morning" Sehun replied. You smiled "well I could say the same thing for you fighting for me like that...it was really sexy". Sehun smiled turning you around so he could kiss you properly. You happily moved and stood up so you could reach him better. "You know what was also sexy?" Sehun asked "seeing you so possessive". You paused as Sehun said that because that was exactly what you'd been trying to avoid but he seemed to like it. "Possessive?" you asked and Sehun nodded "you were jealous weren't you. That's why you didn't like Nalah flirting with me". Sehun had a huge smile on his face and there wasn't any point denying it. "Well of course I wouldn't like that" you replied and Sehun's smile turned into a smirk "why?". "Because you're mine" you replied "not hers" and pushed Sehun down into the chair. He grinned and pulled you by your waist towards him "that's what I wanted to hear". You shook your head and sat on his lap "then all you had to do was ask" and kissed him. Typically at work, you were both more logical than emotional and would pull back before it got too far but today you didn't care. Sehun had done all that this morning for you and found your reaction hot. He wanted you to want him and that was so sexy. So you didn't care you were at work. Nobody else was here but you and this insanely hot idol who was yours, so you nodded to Sehun when he looked at you to check if he could go further and adored the smile that followed. However, not 5 minutes later the door opened and Choonhee screamed at the sight that greeted her. You quickly leapt off Sehun and both gasped. "Shit!" you said and Sehun tossed you your clothes "go after her!". You nodded and got back dressed before running out of the room...only to find Choonhee leaning against the wall right outside your studio. She looked at you when you came out "so I was right about Sehun's crush then huh?". You nodded "yeah kinda...". "Kinda?" she asked and you nodded "okay you were, we're seeing each other now can we go back inside and talk about this?". She nodded and you led her back into the room where Sehun was waiting very awkwardly. "So you're seeing each other?" she asked when neither of you went to talk. You nodded and Choonhee paused "since when?". "For 3 months now?" Sehun asked and you nodded "yeah soon after I got transferred to Sehun". "And what are you? Are you dating?". That made you both pause before shaking your head "erm no this is just casual" you said finally managing to meet Choonhee's eye. "Oh" she said "then Y/n in the nicest way...why are you doing this? You heard what our manager said to Nalah literally the other day". You nodded "I know..." when Sehun frowned "wait what did she say". You turned to him "that we would be fired for getting involved with an idol". "What!" Sehun asked "is that even legal? I knew it was frowned upon but I checked my contract and there's nothing in there that says I can't". You nodded "yeah but you're the talent, they can't exactly fire you". "But that's insane!" Sehun said "how is it any of their business". Choonhee shrugged "well imagine you cheat on Y/n or something and she has to see you every week and style you, it might affect her professionalism and she might start dressing you in bad outfits". "But we're not going to get like that I'd never...even if anything did happen we'd stay civil, right?" he asked you. You paused before nodding "I think we would but they don't know what which is why they have the rule". Sehun frowned "but Y/n why would you risk that? You love this job?". You shrugged "I guess I just like you". Sehun's face softened when he heard that but then he frowned again. "

Do you two...do this often at work?" Choonhee asked "because anyone could've caught you!". "No we don't usually get as far as today" you admitted and Choonhee sighed "good because if you're going to continue this and not get fired you can't let this happen. You're the one co-worker I like here Y/n and you're good. I don't want to come in one morning and find you've vanished". "I won't" you assured her and Sehun nodded "I won't let that happen to her". Choonhee looked from you to Sehun before nodding "okay then" and she grabbed the file she'd forgotten and walked out the door. Leaving you and Sehun alone and the silence was deafening.

[famousfruit]

sho kasamatsu. thirty. cis man. he/him. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching TSUTOMU KAWAMATA.  some of the public has dubbed them OKAMI because of WOLF MAGIC gifted by BEING ATTACKED BY WOLVES. having been an extra ordinary since 2015, they’re doing a good job at hiding THEY DON’T REALLY EVEN LIKE DOGS. when they aren’t working their day job as a NIGHT RADIO HOST, they are fond of PAINTING, MARTIAL ARTS and are never seen without THEIR GOLD NECKLACE. at first glance they seem INTELLIGENT & OUTWARDLY PUT TOGETHER, though their close friends know them to also be MALICIOUS & EMOTIONALLY WOUNDED.  they consider themself a VILLAIN. ┊┊ blue. he/him. twenty-three. est.

001.  GENERAL

name  tsutomu kawamata. nicknames  tomu, tommie, tom, tsutommie. age  thirty. date of birth  january 6th. zodiac  capricorn. place of birth  tokyo, japan, but moved to new york shortly after his birth. current residence  new york. gender  cis man. pronouns  he/him. sexuality  bisexual(?). occupation  late night radio host.

faceclaim  sho kasamatsu. height  five foot ten. tattoos  yes. piercings  n/a. distinguishing features  has chronic resting bitch face, a very very identifiable voice if you're a night owl, has lots of bite scars on his body from the wolf attack, wolf ears and tail hidden by his hoodies. positive traits  intelligent, put together, enduring. negative traits  malicious, emotionally wounded, apathetic. labels / tropes  the wounded bird. likes  winter, cats, long walks, painting, kendo, sleeping through the day. dislikes  summer, dogs, waking up early, long telephone calls to his mother. fears  wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? but dogs, mostly. hobbies  kendo! painting! most martial arts tbh, he's been to most of the schools in new york to train/take lessons, he likes shooting too but he hasn't been to a range for a few years, hunting. habits  a night owl by nature and profession, capable of sitting still for long periods of time, bites his nails on his non dominant hand.

002.  EXTRA ORDINARY

the questions here for each section are suggestions to get you thinking. as long as the section is appropriately elaborated upon, you’re fine!

near death experience…  he was hunting in upstate new york and was mobbed by a pack of starved wolfdogs that were set loose on him because he was trespassing. get ganked loser! he woke up in the hospital very clearly an eo and was in an isolated ward for some time until he checked himself out.

power…  he can spawn wolves and he can control the wolves he spawns, as well as any other wolves that happen to be around. he also has wolf ears (and so wolf hearing) and a wolf tail, if he makes an effort he can hide these using his wolf magic, but they are there whenever he's spawning wolves or at a resting state.

he can temporarily transform other people into wolves too, but depending on their willingness the effectiveness and duration varies extensively. at the max he can do it for one hour if they're very eager. humans transformed into wolves are immune to his commands and can do whatever they want while wolfed out. the transformation is slightly painful to and from, though. more uncomfortable than anything.

he, however, can turn into a wolf for an indefinite period of time though he almost never does this. lol.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities…  he doesn't like his power. he can only cosplay as human for a short period of time before his ears and tail pop back into existence. he's not particularly fond of dogs and treats them as his soldiers, in spite of being able to hear their thoughts and intelligence. he's just a hater, through and through.

codename…  picked it for himself and he has not a crumb of creativity so... okami it was. he also likes the game and is one of the last remaining users of the wii because of it.

003.  EXTRA

i will add more here in time as i don't have a full biography written yet and i'm very slow. please forgive me. i will give anyone his sparknotes if asked.

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 46

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 1529

Warnings: Mention of near-death, PTSD

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: I've Done Love The Great War

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Ghost

Two weeks passed, and Maverick and Penny somehow managed to convince Ghost to continue staying with them for that duration. Perhaps it didn't take as much convincing as she told herself it did. Ghost enjoyed the experience of having a family again, of having people who were essentially acting like the mother and father she no longer had. Of course, Maverick might actually be her dad, but she hadn't found the opportunity to bring it up with him. Was there such a thing in the first place?

Still, Ghost needed to get away from Rooster. After their welcome home dinner, he avoided talking or looking at her, but for an unfathomable reason, he would find a way to always be next to Ghost when they were in the same room, whether it be standing next to her in the kitchen or sitting next to at the dining table or on the couch. Ghost ached to ask him about it but feared she was imagining things due to her concussion. She hated being so unsure of herself.

Thankfully, while Maverick and Penny- and mainly the former- wouldn't allow her to go anywhere unaccompanied in fear of her having some complications with one of her many injuries, Hangman stepped up to help Ghost get out of the house. They would go for strolls around the block or down to the beach and back. It was the most Ghost could do without causing herself too much pain. However, the physical pain was more bearable than the emotional toll of the daring mission, the escape, her issues with Rooster, and her debacle over Maverick.

"Your face is going to fall into a permanent frown if you keep it like that any longer," Hangman said, nudging her gently with his elbow. They sat on a bench facing the ocean, enjoying the sun and people-watching. "Why the long face?"

"Not sure you want to go down that rabbit hole," Ghost mumbled, relaxing her facial muscles. 

"Take me down it, Alice."

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. No matter what, she always had Hangman, and she loved him for it. Taking a deep breath, Ghost chose to tell him all about her troubles save for the one with Rooster. "I have nightmares every time I fall asleep. I either can't eject or can't reach the plane in time before it shoots Rooster down. Then there are the nightmares at the enemy base- I get shot, or Rooster does, or we get shot down in the plane and can't escape. A few times, I dreamed you or Mav got shot down before we could take care of that last plane. I'll see you, Rooster or Mav floating lifelessly in the waves… I'm screaming for y'all to wake up, and you never do…"

A knot rose in Ghost's throat, and she pushed it down. Hangman worried about her enough. If he saw her cry, he'd never leave her side again. He reached over and took her hand. "I wanted to ask… I was worried you would have some PTSD from this because, for all intents and purposes, you shouldn't be alive right now. How you survived…. Promise me you'll see someone if it gets too much? I know it helped me after-"

"I will," she promised, squeezing his hand assuringly. Only Ghost and Coyote were aware of the fact that Jake had severe PTSD from shooting down the enemy plane after he saw the lifeless, ripped-apart body of the pilot in the water.

"Do you want to talk more about it?"

"No. I don't like reliving them any more than I have to…"

"All right, then we'll move on. What else is on your mind?"

Ghost bit her lip nervously. "I, uh, I think mom might've lied to me about who my dad is."

Hangman's brows shot up, but he didn't act near as shocked as Ghost expected, prompting her to ask, "Why do I get the feeling this idea has crossed your mind?"

"I thought about it for a hot sec after Mav called you his daughter when you were shot down."

"But?"

"I asked him about it later, and he said it was a slip of the tongue." Ghost's heart sank at his words. She'd been so close to having a dad again, only to have it ripped out from underneath her. Hangman must've noticed because he added, "Hey, saying it's a 'slip of the tongue' isn't a denial. Maybe he doesn't want anyone to know if it's true."

"If it is true, if Maverick is my dad, why would he want to hide that unless he didn't want anyone finding out because he doesn't want a daughter?"

"Or maybe he's not sure you want him as a dad," Hangman countered gently. "He's aware of how close you were to Nathan. Maybe he thinks you'll think he's trying to replace him?"

Ghost fiddled with her dog tags. "I want to ask him, but I can't find the right time, and every time I think I have the confidence to do so, I second guess myself and that my logic of getting to the conclusion I did is flawed and that he won't believe me."

"First off, Mav would be lucky to have you as a daughter. Secondly, you overanalyze every situation for every possible outcome. If you've concluded that Maverick is your dad, then I believe you're right. If you want moral support when you confront him about it, I'll be right there with you. Where there's a ghost, there's a hangman."

"I appreciate it, but this will need to be something I do on my own. I'll give you a call if I need you to help me escape if it goes badly."

"I'll be your getaway car."

"Thanks, Swiftie. Speaking of cars, Maverick and Penny should be leaving soon for their trip. I want to say bye before they go."

Hangman stood, helping Ghost in the process. "I should get going too. I have a date tonight."

"What?!" Ghost whirled on him, immediately regretting her decision when her abdomen reminded her that her ribs were still very much broken. She ignored the pain as best she could when inquiring, "With who? What time? You better not have wasted time with me when you should've been getting ready for the date."

Hangman shoved his hands sheepishly into his pockets. "You're more important, and she's wholly aware of our friendship and what you went through, so if I told her I was with you, she'd understand."

Noticing he blatantly avoided the question about who it was, but taking into account the details he'd given her, Ghost figured it out quickly. As they started walking back to the Benjamin household, she queried, "So who asked who out: you or Phoenix?"

Hangman's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "How did you-"

"Don't worry. Ghosts learn secrets; they don't share them, so it's safe with me. Plus, I saw you two sharing glances and staying close to each other at our welcome home dinner."

"I appreciate it. But hey, if anything happens tonight and you need me-"

"I will call anyone but you. You've been amazing in helping me since we got home. Take some time for yourself, okay?"

Hangman reluctantly agreed. The two friends completed the short walk back to Penny's house and stopped outside the front door. From inside, Ghost could hear the faint chatter of Maverick, followed by Bradley's laughter. Hangman opened his arms without a word, and Ghost stepped into the embrace. Hangman kissed the top of her head. "You sure you're good?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"So you're not hiding the fact you and Bradshaw are still being weird around each other?"

"How did you-"

Hangman smirked. "You're not the only one who can read correctly into things."

Ghost sighed a dropped her voice to avoid being overheard. "He's been weird ever since our rescue, and I don't know if I'm imagining things because of my concussion or if it was genuinely happening, but hearing you say it… even Mav has been quiet around me, but he at least talks to me without being forced."

"Annalise-" Hangman grasped her shoulders gingerly- "you nearly died in his arms. It probably did some damage to his psyche. I know it would to me. I'm willing to bet his behavior toward you has to do with that rather than anything else."

"What should I do, then? Let him come to me or corner him?"

"That's up to you and how much more of the weirdness you can take." Hangman glanced at his watch. "You want me to stay a little lon-"

"Absolutely not." She pointed firmly at his truck and said, "Go get ready for your date."

"Yes, ma'am!" Hangman saluted her, then kissed her on the cheek and strode to his truck. Ghost watched him leave, wishing he had stayed, but she wouldn't do that to him. He had a life that existed outside of hers and some problems she had to deal with on her own. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the front door open to face the tension head-on.

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