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shuggymaniac · 12 days ago

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Inspired by this Fic…

And loving the Latest OP spoilers, I decided to combine them and make an AU for it I will write it here until I have time to go back to my writing…

((Warning: this story will be a roller coaster and a lot of angst and on comfortable themes))

🔻Story Imagine🔻

Buggy was found as an infant in a war zone amongst dead bodies. Roger was touched because this baby was a survivor. So they decided to take him in and raise him. And ever since then the only thing Buggy knew is the life of a pirate, Oro Jackson as his home and the Roger pirates as his family.

They spoiled him and harnessed his talent since he was the only child and they wanted to protect him and show the best of him. They gave him books to read, taught him survival tricks, and how to endure any pain, etc.

they were very protective of him despite his early talents, so when they were under attack in some random island they decided to rest in Roger instructed everyone to keep Buggy safe. One of them hid him away in some tree or a cave but he was found. As they were too busy surviving it was Rayleigh who heard the distant familiar cries of fear of his boy.

He’s the one who saw Buggy being taken away by their enemy who locked him in a cage, Rayleigh ran not waiting to inform his crew of the kidnapping because there was no time!!

He ran towards the distant ship he threw himself in the sea and swam as fast as he can, he used his haki to harden his hand and make his hold in the bars of Buggy cage stronger. And as all that was happening their enemy and their men were beating him none stop. All while Buggy was holding Rayleigh’s hand which was holding the cage begging him to save him.

“Master Rayleigh, please don’t let me go!! I’m sorry for not doing my chores! I won’t complain ever again! I will eat my greens and I’ll go to bed early, I won’t curse at anyone!! But please don’t let me go!! Don’t let them take me away!!”

These words broke Rayleigh’s heart, because he and Buggy had a rocky relationship but that doesn’t mean he didn’t love his boy, for Jack’s sake, he was the one who did most of the raising, he bathed him, changed his diapers, lulled him to sleep, feed him, nursed him to health. They might not share blood but Buggy was his son damn it!!!!

But even with his determination and strong well he was cheated and forced to let go of the cage before he was thrown of the enemy’s ship before he lost consciousness he could hear Buggy’s voice crying for him. When he came to be he found himself in his room covered in bandages, the first thing he asked for was Buggy but when he saw his captain’s sad frown Rayleigh understood what had happened and he cried.

But they didn’t give up!

They found out that their enemy has a habit of capturing prisoners and sell them to slave market and so they started their journey, they would go to every slave market, and burn in to the ground to try and find Buggy their journey lasted for over a year not giving up on finding Buggy.

Until they came across a little girl who wore a familiar cat eared beanie hat, it was Buggy. They know that Because it was Rayleigh to made it by hand and even embroidered Buggy’s name inside. When they asked her where she got it it was her mother who said a little boy gave it to her to calm her down.

The Roger pirates were filled with hope and when they asked her where is that boy she told them with a sad frown that he died. How he defended her daughter against a celestial dragon and was taken away and killed for his insolence.

That day the Roger pirates burned the island to the ground. Leaving nothing but the now freed slaves alive and anyone else who had part in the slave trade to die. They were filled with depression. The for months the Oro Jackson was consumed by an uncanny silence, the only voices that were heard was either the sound of the waves crashing on their ship or Orders being told to keep the ship sailing other than that no one talked, no one partied, or joked, or played, or anything. They just sat in their usual spots and reminisced on times when a familiar blue haired and red nosed boy would come to them and demand attention.

Roger would look into the horizon and wonder if he was a bad captain, thinking of all the possibilities of how he could have prevented Buggy to be lost. And Rayleigh would hide away in his room, look down at the beanie which he took from that little girl and drink his sorrows away, it is so bad that sometimes one of the crew would find him in Buggy’s old room blacked out before they took him back to his room.

Slowly the crew went back to their dynamic but the shift was still there visible.

One day they bunker an island to gather some supplies and when they sail away they hear noises coming from below the deck and when they investigate they find a red haired boy who was stealing their food and drinks. The boy fought but never begged for mercy, ready to fight until death. And that made Roger laugh and decided to take him in, such decision didn’t make anyone excited, especially Rayleigh, since they were still recovering from losing their previous cabin boy.

Roger made the boy, whose name is Shanks, to earn his stay and food. They boy had to clean up and do chores around the ship. The crew avoided him at first but slowly they warmed up to the boy. Rayleigh was the longest to crack, Shanks avoided him like the plague remember how the man went crazy when the capri suggested that he take the room of someone named “Buggy” whom he asked about once but when he was met with silence and sad frowns he never asked again.

Rayleigh connected with Shanks after the boy was almost k*lled during a fight, he could still hear Buggy’s please and cries echoing in his head, which gave Jim’s the determination to not make the same mistake again. And after saving him he explained to Shanks who Buggy was and why everyone is acting differently around him. He was even shown pictures of Buggy and finally his room making Shanks catch glimpse of Buggy’s personality and understand the closeness that the crew had with him. How even after Shanks was welcomed into the Oro Jackson he can till that they still thought about Buggy and wished him back.

After Roger was declared “King of the pirates” and faked his execution Shanks decided to honor his crew and found family by destroying any slave market he find in his way.

And Rayleigh despite him saying he is moved in from Buggy’s death, he isn’t really, he would infiltrate slave market disguises himself as a slave to investigate more about Buggy’s time during his capture hoping that he could find some closure into knowing at least his Son’s last moments.

So imagine Rayleigh and Shanks’s shock when they see not only a holy knight who looks identical to Shanks but following behind him was a very familiar Blue haired man with a red nose dressed as a jester .

((I’ll make Buggy’s POV in a different post and edit the link here))

((Edit: here it is part 2))

#shuggy #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #one piece silver rayleigh #silvers rayleigh #gol d. roger #roger pirates #One piece 1137 spoilers #shamrock figarland #Slave!Buggy

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vinsmokewife · 1 year ago

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filling a need

Day One of (a very zosan centric) Kinktober - Pegging.

Zoro and Sanji's relationship is purely there to fill a need. Nothing more. Nothing less. Today is different when Sanji makes a request and it has Zoro thinking about what she means to him.

ZoSan with a f!Zoro

Zoro was different to the other kinds of woman he liked.

Sanji liked them dainty, princessy and dependant on their knight in shining armour. Real Disney crap. He liked to be the prince who came down to save the fair maiden in the tower. That wasn’t to say that Sanji liked a woman who could look out for themselves, but he was stuck in that fantasy of having a woman that he could look after, cherish and enjoy a perfectly stereotypical fairy tale life with.

That was until he met Zoro. The Pirate Hunter. Zoro was a lot tougher than most woman he had met. Not into that princess shit. Zoro swore, drank heavily, slept all day and was rude. It was almost off-putting to him. Zoro also wasn’t one who put up with his advances either. Nami gave him a good knock on the head and would tell him off but ultimately indulged him in his little fantasies whenever it helped her. Robin didn’t indulge them at all; she had Franky to keep her company, but she politely declined and treated him kindly.

Not Zoro though. As soon as Sanji even thought about trying to hit on her, Zoro at once had blades out. She had no interest in his bullshit.

It was the first woman that Sanji truly had little bickering's with. Partially because Zoro made it very easy for Sanji to dislike her. She was rude, uncouth and acted like one of the boys. She was not the kind of woman he was after.

To everyone, Zoro seemed to be the only woman that Sanji couldn’t stand but behind closed doors, Zoro was just like every other woman. Despite his feelings of disgust and distaste for Zoro, Sanji would do anything to please her...just not in the same way he would for Nami or Robin.

Sanji and Zoro would play these little games almost every day. When everyone was being distracted by something Luffy was doing that was stupid, which was almost every day, Sanji and Zoro would wordlessly decide to meet in one of the cabins. Zoro was almost the same height as Sanji. Despite being a female, Zoro was bulky too. She had worked hard to be a strong swordswoman; worthy of potentially challenging Mihawk again one day.

“You said you had something you wanted to try?”

Zoro’s voice was almost always had no warmth to it. In the cabin, no one would be able to see or hear them, which is why they picked this one. Sanji was removing his coat jacket. Something about what he was away to ask Zoro to do to him was...kind of making him nervous. It’s something that he hasn’t been able to get out of his head all week.

“Don’t fucking say a word but...when we were on the last island, I came across a certain...store that sold things for the bedroom,” Sanji was pulling a bag or something that was under the bed. Zoro watched him with some amount of cautiousness before walking around to get a better look.

“You can say the word sex shop, shitty cook...” She mumbled, but still interested in seeing what was going on.

“Whatever. Anyway. I see...this...and I bought it and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it...with you...” Sanji wouldn’t really look too much at Zoro because this was hard to admit that he had been fantasying about her. She was about to make fun of him when he pulled out what was a harness with a phallic appendage. Suddenly, it became clear why Sanji refused to look at her because even she was absolutely stunned that him of all people would just outright ask her to do this.

Zoro didn’t really care what they did normally. She struggled with romantic attraction, and she had absolutely none of it towards Sanji right now. He was a... very eager pervert who was willing to fill a need...a need that she needed tending to quite often when she spent time with the cook. She didn’t know why. Maybe she was in fact charmed by his flirtatious attitude. Maybe she respected him enough as a fighter as being just as powerful as he is.

Or maybe it’s because she had the constant need to wipe that stupid smile off his face and bring him down to his knees and make him beg.

She didn’t realise that she had just been staring at the item for the past minute but eventually, she reached for the item in question.

“Fine,” she said. Her outer exterior might have shown a little in difference but this...interested her more than she wanted to admit to the cook, but Sanji picked up that indifference right away.

“You could have a little more enthusiasm,” Sanji shot her a glance who just stared at him. This was an exchange. It filled a need. Zoro didn’t care for having feelings attached to what was going on. Sanji...for the most part...felt the same. It was an exchange to fill a need that often

“I’m not the one being a needy pervert wanting a girl to fuck them in the ass,” She shot back before turning to remove her robes. She rarely ever worn much underneath them. Turning her head, she noticed Sanji staring at her undressing and she narrowed her eyes, “Oi. Aren’t you going to undress too, cook?”

Sanji stopped staring and mumbled something before beginning to undress himself. Zoro’s robes were placed to the side of the bed. She looked at the harness in question. She didn’t put it on just yet; there would be quite a bit of preparation involved in this before they went in. It’s not like when they’d fuck normally. Normally it was a quick job that filled a need.

“Did you happen to get lube at the same time?” Zoro asked before Sanji gestured to the bag that was on the ground. She went over and picked it up. She would need this and would need plenty. Sanji then placed his things, neatly on the side. Zoro always thought, that if Sanji wasn’t a useless pervert, she probably would have found him incredibly attractive. However, as it happened, she was nothing sort of bothered by his appearance. Everything about Sanji annoyed her to the big extreme and she found it hard not to let these thoughts come into her mind. After all, this was merely a need.

“Get on the bed. Legs spread,” she said in a commanding and somewhat colder voice than what was normally needed. In these scenario’s, despite the stupidity of gendered expectations, Sanji often took on the submissive role. If he was topping, it was submissively. She was, as annoying as she was, just like any other woman he wanted to grovel at the feet of until she was satisfied.

So, Sanji, despite her attitude, did as she said and got on the bed. He watched her, uncertain of himself but still wanting to go through with it. He did exactly what she said and spread his legs. This was not the first time she had seen him vulnerable like this and Sanji seemed to keep upping the ante every encounter. She shouldn’t have been surprised when he wanted to do this.

Zoro got onto the bed, knees first before she got in between his legs. She wasn’t like Nami or Robin. There wasn’t an ounce of grace when she presented herself to him. She was different and she hated Sanji for making her feel that way sometimes. She wondered, to herself, if Sanji would ask Nami or Robin to do such things to him.

“You look good like this...” She said, with a hint of cockiness in her voice. She lubed up one of her fingers, looking at Sanji the entire time. He was slightly flushed red, but this was no surprised, “Begging to be treated like this by a woman...you really are a pervert...”

Sanji would have retaliated but Zoro was quick to sink her first finger into his hole slowly. Zoro may have had a distaste for him, but she knew very well that this would likely need a lot of preparation and she wasn’t that nasty to make him hurt like that. Sanji’s head fell backwards against the pillow of the bed as a groan left his lips. Zoro watched him, calmly waiting for a signal to continue.

She had to admit, watching the needy cook get off like this was... arousing. She could feel it between her legs. As much as she didn’t want to admit that the cook aroused her sometimes, the cook aroused her most of the time.

“Fuck...move...”

That was the signal she needed to pull her finger back slowly and then push back in. She could feel his hole adjusting to her finger. It only made her feel smugger.

“My shitty little cook getting off to a woman dominating him...” She whispered, mouth latching onto his inner thigh and biting him gentle. It was partially to give him something else to think about but also because she wanted to mark him. She may hate him, but she wanted Sanji to see the mark and be reminded that she did this to him. A woman he cannot stand...

She slipped another finger inside of him and watched his face light up in absolute joy. He enjoyed it, despite the person...or would this have the same effect if Nami was the one doing it? Or Robin...Or any other woman. She spread her fingers out, making sure to stretch him out as much as possible before slipping another finger in.

“Three fingers...” She cocked her head up, “How does that feel...I bet it feels really good, cook,”

“S-stop the gloating...” Sanji managed to reply through a moan which made Zoro chuckle as she moved them around. She knew there would be that spot inside of him somewhere that would make him feel so much better...not that that was what she was aiming for. She wanted bragging rights. Her fingers caused him to become undone.

It took a bit of moving about but she found it. She knew because Sanji let out a noise that showed she had struck gold, so she continued to curl her fingers to it.

“Are you gonna come to my fingers?” Zoro’s voice spoke out, dripping with the want and need to brag about it, “Want to be a good boy and come from my fingers?”

“A-Ah... Fuck yeah...I want to come...” Sanji’s reservation (not that he had much to begin with) was beginning to slip away as her fingers kept stroking that spot inside of her but as soon as he said that, she removed her fingers all together.

“W-what?!? I fucking said-”

“As much as I want to make you cum from my fingers along, I want to see how pathetic you look cumming around this toy you bought,” Zoro said as she reached behind to grab the harness. Once again, she was suddenly very aware how much this was affecting her as well and how aroused she felt over this. She attached the harness onto herself and lathered it up with lube. All the while, Sanji wouldn’t stop watching with those half-lidded eyes that were needy for her.

“Needy pervert...” Zoro said as she got between his legs.

“Mosshead...”

Sometimes Sanji wanted to kiss her when she was like this. Being mean, on top and taking control but he’s never kissed her. They weren’t like that. They had come close to kissing many times but as Zoro always says, she has no feeling for him that are like that. This is to fill a need and nothing more. The head of the dildo was rubbing against his hole and with guiding from her hand, she pushed it in.

“Fuck!”

Zoro wished in that moment that the phallic object with really part of her because she would have loved to have known how it felt to have Sanji wrapped so tightly around her. To have him clenching so she could taunt him more than she had already done but she did not know what it was like. All she felt right now was the emptines of between her legs. How needy she felt for the shitty, pathetic cook that she wanted to bury his face in her cunt and make him eat her out until she had her full share.

But right now, she had a task to complete.

She pushed the dildo in fully before pulling back and then pushing it back in slowly. She’s doing this to see a reaction and Sanji is absolutely delightful. The way he throws his head back against the bed and arches his chest. It almost looks beautiful to Zoro. She continues to do this, getting faster and getting a lot rougher with her thrusts as he stopped being so tight around his cock.

“Good boy...” She blurted out but Sanji didn’t seem to mind or have the spoons to understand it right now because he was in pure raptrue. It was much better than he expected it to be. He was close to cumming already and she knew it. The way his cock looked all strained and already dripping with precum was a sign that he was getting close.

“Do you want to come for me...” she whispered, “Go on, shitty cook. Come for me... Be a good boy and come for me...”

She didn’t need to tell him twice because as soon as the order came, Sanji arched his back in absolute bliss as hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock and painted his waist and hers too. Zoro fucked him through his orgasm before stopping. She felt ridiculously turned on by watching him cum for her. She only slowed down and then came to a stop and pulled out. It was only when she started to pull the harness off that Sanji reached a hand out and pulled her.

“Get here...”

Zoro almost was about to pull away and kick him for being weird but then she realised what he was doing. She was being pulled to sit on his chest. He wanted her to sit on his face so he could finish her off. She was soaking having left a trail on the harness. She didn’t want to admit that she was needy for him too or else that would make things different, and she couldn’t handle different.

But how could she say no when he offered himself to her so deliciously. That fucked out expression on his face and the way he licked his lips as if she was the most delicious meal on the planet. This was when she felt like the other girls; when he wanted her the most out of everyone.

Her wet folds were inches away from his face and it didn’t stop him from grabbing her ass and pulling her forward until she was in his face. His mouth making connection with her wet puffy cunt. Out of all the girls he’d been with, Zoro always tasted the best and he was never sure how it worked but she always tasted wonderful. Of course, Sanji would never tell her that as it would inflate her ego.

Zoro gripped onto his hair, grinding her her cunt into his face as she feels his mouth suck on that sensitive bud. As much as she wanted to keep her dignity in that moment, nothing could stop her from rocking her hips and moaning delightfully as she pushed herself into his touch. She wanted more from him... so much more than he was willing to even think about giving her.

“Ah! Fuck...you’re so good for me...fuck!”

She was close. It wasn’t going to be long until she finished, and it would all be over. They’d both go back to their separate lives of hating each other. Sometimes she didn’t mind that...sometimes she hated that more than words. What if Sanji saw her more than someone, he hated but fucked? What if he wanted her above all else? What if she could be chased after like he did for Nami and Robin.

What if this wasn’t just filling a need?

Pleasure erupted and she came, leaving his lower face wet with her juices. He continued working his mouth until she had come down from that high. It took her a few moments when she detached herself from him. She didn’t know what to say...she never did.

Silence...she reached for her robes.

“I’m going to take a shower. I’ll see you at dinner,”

“Thanks,”

She could never put into words how she felt because it never mattered at all. She knew Sanji was laying on that bed, reaching for a cigarette. She could lay down with him...talk with him until they had better things to do.

There would never be a ‘they’. After all, this was nothing more than an arrangement between two adults who wanted something from each other. This was purely to fill a need, nothing more.

#kinktober 2023 #one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #zoro x sanji

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ms-kio · 7 months ago

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Ningen: Beauty

Korekiyo Shinguji X My Hero Aka! 900 Words

Reincarnation was a strange thing, Korekiyo decided, his four-year-old body holding hands with his nanny. Ever since he had been able to talk, Korekiyo requested to take walks in order to observe people. It was fascinating! With the addition of quirks to society, people behaved wildly differently. Some people - if not most - even took on behaviors adjacent to their quirks. A girl with a deer Quirk seemed quite timid, a boy with an explosion Quirk had an unsurprisingly volatile temper, and another boy with extendable fingers had a knack for pickpocketing. Kiyo’s own fiber control quirk was the same as his ‘fathers’, to Tsunagu Hakamada. Otherwise known as the Pro Hero best Jeanist.

The duo were on their way back to the heroes mansion, via limo, as it was getting a little dark to walk back. “So, Kiyo-san. What did you observe today?” Oh, Kiyo couldn't wait to tell her.

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Hanrim Na had been Korekiyo's tutor and nanny for 9 years, and had very quickly understood why. As a top Pro Heroes child, she needed to be able to protect him at every turn, and teach him how to defend himself. And the boy was wicked smart, almost no one understood him as he went on those almost mad ramblings about people and their “beauty”. Which Hanrim’s quirk: Perception, was perfect for. No matter what anyone said, she would be able to understand what they meant. Which was crucial, when it came to the boy.

The now 14-year-old protege was battling it out with one of Jeanest's more experienced sidekicks, his sharp eyes analyzing every move and behavior. A general rule of thumb for the boy: if you fought him once, he would beat you next. Kiyo understood everything about a person to a T once he met them, albeit only the things that could be perceived without a quirk.

Roughly a year ago, Kiyo had met with another boy, Midoriya, and immediately hit it off. The duo would meet every other day to analyze, whether that be heroes, villains, or just people they saw on the street. Once Hakamada had caught wind of this, he had forbidden them from writing anything down outside of the Musutafu police department, where all their work was stored under lock and key. Heck, the kiddos had a whole ass book on Hanrim herself.

“Kiyo, it’s time to go!” Hanrim called out.

“Of course, one moment!” The boy replied, calling off the sparring match and making way to the doors.

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When Korekiyo and Miss Na had made it to the precinct, the boy spotted a familiar mop of green hair. Midoriya was sitting on one of the precinct lobby chairs, muttering over a notebook. Oh? Did he not notice him? That needed to be fixed.

Kiyo strolled up to the greenette, towering over him as he leaned on the arms of the nervous boy's chair. "Ignoring me, Izuku-kun? " He asked, dragging a finger up his friend's chin.

“What? No! I was -!" Kiyo pulled Izuku out of a seat, forming a harness around the boy's shoulder/chest area and pulling them close, wrapping his free arm around the greenette’s waist.

“You were what now?” The sultry boy prompted. It had been a while since Kiyo had gotten the boy so flustered, but that could probably be chalked up to the bodysuit and surprise. Plus, they were in a public area. “I’m waiting~” The two boys both had zero romantic interest in each other, their unique relationship stemming from both of their desires to study, as well as their own fascination towards each other. Not to mention Kiyos own personality, and the fact that Midoriya was about as straight as a circle.

The boy’s brain was still rebooting, his heart thundering as Kiyo leaned in to murmur in his ear: “Go on…”

“I didn’t notice you, I was distracted.” The greenette finally blurted out. Kiyo, satisfied, released his friend as the bush boy went off on a muttering spree. And the older of the two, having been around Midoriya’s muttering for quite a while, answered his near incoherent questions.

“No… Yes, actually… Never thought of that, I’ll try it later.” That’s another reason Kiyo liked hanging out with Izuku. The greenette often spotted things that he didn't even think of when it came to himself. Kiyo grabbed Izuku's wrist, waving goodbye to Miss Na as he dragged his junior friend to their assigned room. “So, Tsukauchi?”

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Izuku Midoriya was… Uncomfortable. He had felt eyes on his back since school started, and they had yet to leave. “Ah, a nice medium-sized skinsuit.”

Those eyes were still watching him throughout the canon event, Izuku finding himself completely shattered on the rooftop. No one, not even the hero who said anyone could be a hero, believed in him.

Izuku felt pavement beneath his feet, leaning over the rail. The sun was beautiful… Midoriya didn't realize he was falling until he was caught, a harness- like contraption framing his chest and torso, circling his shoulders.

Izuku guessed this was what ‘snapping out of it' felt like, because now he was terrified. The boy was hoisted back onto the roof, into a pair of arms, one around his chest and the other over his waist and hips. "Can you tell me… exactly what happened?” A sultry voice sounded, directly next to his ear. The boy's grip was gentle, yet firm. Grounding.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #korekiyo shinguji #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #crossover #fanfic

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kellanved-ammanas · 2 years ago

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Demo Ships & Pals: Heavy - I/We Messed Up

“Ooh man, I messed up big time this time.”

Heavy looked up from his book as Demo came into the common room. He stumbled over to flop onto the couch next to Heavy’s reading chair, letting out a loud groan as he did so. Clearly he’d been drinking, not surprising given the time of day. Though, he liked to drink in the mornings sometimes too so at no time of day would it truly be surprising. That didn’t make what his problem was not real though.

Heavy put his bookmark in and closed his book before placing it to the side so they could talk. “What happened?”

“You know Soldier’s raccoon Bites, right? I was supposed to be watching her while Solly’s away on a contract mission. I was trying to get her harness on her to take her out for a walk like I’m supposed, same time every day, Solly was real clear on that, but she bit me and ran away. I can’t find her nowhere no matter where I look. Solly’s gonna kill me when he gets back.”

“Hmm… try luring her with food?” In Heavy’s admittedly limited experience with pets, that always seemed to work.

“I tried that, didn’t work. I’m ‘fraid she ran off out in the wilderness where she’s bound to get gobbled up a coyote or something.”

“Hmm… is problem. I will help look.” Heavy stood.

Demo perked up a little. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Yes. And Soldier and Bites.” They were his friends so of course Heavy would help them. Besides, he’d been sitting here for a while, a stroll around base couldn’t hurt. Especially since he and Demo were alone on guard duty so that kind of thing was expected of them anyway to check for signs of potential intruders.

Demo knew Bites better and was faster and thus should’ve had an easier time finding her than Heavy. However, Heavy had one thing Demo didn’t, he was sober and thus able to think more clearly about the situation. That proved to be the deciding factor as one of the first places he checked was the kitchen trashcan.

Bites growled up at him as he lifted the lid but held her ground, munching on whatever bit of trash she had in the little raccoon hands. How she’d gotten in there while putting the lid back on properly was a mystery and a testament to her intelligence.

“Don’t growl.” Heavy lifted a hand, intending to pat her head but… that was probably a good way to get bit. Instead he wagged his finger at her. “Be nice.”

Naturally she didn’t reply.

Heavy replaced the lid and went off to find Demo. He was still drunk and thus more stumbling around outside than properly looking.

“Found her,” Heavy said as he reach him.

Demo perked up. “Where?”

“Kitchen trashcan.”

“That naughty little scamp. Thanks for finding her, ‘preciate it. I was starting to grow convinced she’d been eaten and Solly was gonna kill me.”

“Is no problem. She’s still in trashcan by the way. Might want to get her out.”

“Uh… yeah. I’ll go get the gloves and do that.”

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #demoman #heavy

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tokinwrites · 13 days ago

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_Order_

( a star wars story )

Chp. 1

SUMMARY: Learn how Alora’s parents met, and how they came to the conclusion she was Jedi. This is such a half assed summary but i promise it’s good.

Word Count: 1.4 k

Indeed, Alora was special. Isla, her mother, could tell from the start. Small, soft kicks in her stomach in the beginning of her pregnancy. Vivid dreams, rocks and random objects floating around her crib at night. These things were peculiar for such a young girl. Isla knew that her daughter had a chance of harnessing the Force. Her husband, Kaizen Ma’lak was a Jedi himself. Well, he was a Jedi. He had left the Order before meeting Isla on Naboo whilst trying to stay undercover.

Isla, a gorgeous woman who had just bought her own floral shop, had been raised in a household full of light and the smell of fresh fruit. Her smile white as the waterfalls in the lake country, voice as smooth as the finest silk. Eyes green and hair black as the darkest night.

Kaizen was scruffy looking and always had his guard up. The Jedi Order had not done much to help with his emotional outbursts. He had the potential to become a great Jedi, but he never saw this in himself. So, he left before getting the chance to achieve the rank of Master. Blue, wide eyes that seemed to glance everywhere in every moment. He seemed…shy, almost. When he first met Isla that’s definitely how it felt.

The beautiful woman that stood assorting fresh wildflowers was unaware of the former Jedi standing at the entrance of the shop. The aroma of the petals flowed throughout the room and gently caressed the man’s cheek. Humming a small tune, Isla turned to see the messy haired man looking at her.

“May I help you?” she asked, making her way behind the small counter where a pouch for credits sat.

Kaizen, caught off guard, quickly flushed a light pink and cleared his throat.

“Eh, n-no thank you.” He quickly looked away from the piercing green gaze that bore into his. As he glanced about the shop, reds, purples, blues and yellows seemed to pop out here and there.

“Perhaps I'll take this one,” Kaizen said, reaching for a simple red rose. A thorn bit at his pinky and his eyes narrowed.

Damned thing. What am I doing here? This is pointless-

“That'll be 10 credits,” Isla said, making her way to the man’s side, but still keeping a slight distance. Those blue eyes looked at her and she felt her heart rate beat quicken. Mysterious this man was, yet, she didn’t feel in danger.

“10 credits? For one flower?” Kaizen questioned in disbelief.

How could something that will wilt away in a few days time be so expensive?

“Yes, 10 credits. Is that the one you’d like?” Isla watched as the man nodded, hesitantly handing her the correct amount of money.

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Now, this interaction was not the best first impression for Kaizen, but as time went on the former Jedi saw more of that beautiful girl. He was always drawn to the floral shop. The scents, the flowers seemed to call to him. Though it sounded odd, Kaizen felt like the Force had led him to Naboo—to Isla, for a reason. He began to see her outside of her work, walking together along trails out in the hills on the summer evenings. They would talk for hours on end, about their past, but also their futures. They had both grown up in very different circumstances, but still managed to relate to each other. Kaizen eventually got a job as a mechanic for starships at the main port, making enough to get his own apartment in the central part of Naboo.

One thing led to another, nights spent at each other's homes, passionate moments, and eventually…Isla became pregnant. Kaizen wasn’t furious, he was terrified. A little version of them? How was he going to handle this? What if this child was to harness the Force? So many questions, and so little answers.

When Islas parents had heard of the news, they immediately went cold towards Kaizen. He understood their anger. Why weren’t they more careful? They knew better…and now they were frantically preparing for the new baby that would soon arrive.

——

Isla stood in the main room of her parents home as the sun set, a small breeze drifting through the lace curtained windows. Just as she was going to leave, her fathers voice stopped her.

“You’re leaving.” He states more than questions, having already seen the suitcase at her feet. Her father was a tall man, with a beard always freshly groomed. Gray had seeped its way into his facial hair. Ice blue eyes glanced at the window and then to Isla.

“Yes, father,” Isla replied, reaching for the bag and straightening. She absentmindedly rested a hand on her abdomen where a small baby bump was beginning to appear. The father, Deoan, silently signed. He was losing his only daughter to a man who could barely provide for himself.

“Do you love him? Truly? I could not bear to see you heartbroken, Isla. This child…could bring you two together or tear you apart,” Deoan walked to his daughters side, gently taking the bag from her hands. As he did so, a tear slipped down Islas cheek, landing on the plush red carpet beneath them.

“I do truly love him, father. And I know you find that hard to believe, but please understand that he will do his best to care for me and the baby. But…we are thinking of moving to Coruscant. Kaizen will have better luck with finding a better job and a new place for me and the baby. I…I'll visit, I promise.”

Deoan looked to his daughter, nodding and keeping his gaze on her youthful eyes. Soon, all of her time would be consumed by the baby. Her body would change in ways not expected, stretching and swelling. She would always be beautiful though, inside and out. She would be his daughter, and that was more than enough.

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36 BBY

Alora was safely delivered, one of the smoothest and quickest labors you could think of. Isla quickly bounced back and spent every breathing moment with her baby. Kaizen seemed to be in shock at first, as expected, but was eventually tossing Alora up into the air and bouncing her on his thigh as she dozed and burped. He could sense her Force signature, steady and warm. It almost scared him how bold her signature was. He had only felt one this strong with fellow Padawans and Masters, not younglings or an infant like his baby girl.

“Isla just listen to me-” Kaizen whispered to his wife who was folding and picking up stray baby toys on the small couch after Alora was in bed one night.

“No. I will not listen to any more of what you have to say. You're crazy- no you're insane,” She tossed the toys into a little bin and narrowed her eyes to Kaizen.

“She would be safe. She would learn how to harness her power, if she stays with us she'll be an outsider. Alora could never learn her true potential-”

“Kai. Enough. I will not hand her over to the Jedi, not while she is so young,”

“If we don't take her now, the Order won't take her at all. She needs to start her training early, its now or never,”

Isla hesitated, her little girl was only a year old. So young, she probably wouldn't even remember her face.

“Are you sure? Is this really the best for her? I mean…you…you left, how do you know she wont do the same?”

Kaizen flinched slightly at the words even though they held no venom. He looked to his lover and gently embraced her, burying his nose in her hair.

“She will be a great Jedi, Isla. I just know it. The Force works in mysterious ways, it brought me to you, and let us have this child. And now she holds this great power that only the Jedi can teach her how to control. Please…believe me. The Order will become her new family, and she will be extraordinary.”

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Ps: this was VERY rushed but if you want to know more about Alora and her story go and ask me :) my ask box is always open. More to come soon. If you liked this, stay posted for more!! (Obi-Wan will be in the next chapterssss)

#alora #star wars fanfiction #chapter 1 #so the story begins!! hope you like it :)#tokin writes #alora jedi #alora’s backstory

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“Yeah, barely, I was scared I was gonna throw up on the table. I’m so glad I didn’t, that would’ve been horrible.”

“Oh.” She didn’t know you had to do that… Eh, it probably wasn’t too big of a deal that she hadn’t been doing that yet, the saddle was still pretty new. “Thanks, I always enjoy stealing extra stuff from you, even if it’s just something as dumb as polish.” Her lips curved upwards, forming a playful grin.

She shrugged. “What can I say? It’s pretty fun.” It was even more fun when she actually got under his skin, she counted it as a victory every time she successfully did.

As Hiccup returned into the room, Danny turned her head to look at him, her grin widening at the mention of food. “Uh, me, I’m starving,” she replied teasingly.

———

Danny sat next to Valka, diagonal from Hiccup, bowl of stew in front of her. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to try it.

At Valka’s comment about her cooking, she let out a small chuckle.

As soon as Hiccup gave the okay, she collected a serving of stew in her spoon before eating it, taking in the taste.

It was pretty good! She was pleasantly surprised. Though it was pretty hot… Oh crap, her tongue was burning.

Quickly swallowing her spoonful, she dropped the spoon into the bowl, reaching over to the cup of water and chugging it hastily.

Setting the cup back down, she caught her breath before looking over at Hiccup. “It’s not bad, just really hot,” she said, letting out a soft laugh.

Continuing to eat, she looked over at Valka as she asked her question. Lowering her spoon before she could take another sip, she replied, “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m just pretty used to it by now, so I didn’t think it’d be smart to switch weapons when I came here,” she explained, shrugging.

———

The rest of the night went well, everybody had had a good time, talking and laughing together.

Danny had had an exceptionally good time; she’d never been to a gathering like this, something close, with only a few select people who had been invited. She’d only been to the Snoggletog feast, and everyone in the village went to that, so it didn’t feel as important as this.

It had been a few hours since dinner, and it had started getting late, the sun setting and the moon replacing it.

Danny, decided that she was starting to get pretty tired, had went over to Hiccup while he was checking on Toothless, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. “I’m gonna head out, it’s late- well, it’s late for me, I don’t know about you guys.” She reached down, petting Toothless gently on the head to say goodbye. “I hope you like your gifts, might be your last batch of them from me. Because you’re so old, I don’t know if you’ll still be kicking it in four years, but hey, you never know,” she said, shrugging lightly and standing back up.

She said her goodbyes to Valka and Astrid as well and waved one final goodbye as she left his hut, a smile still present on her face.

———

The next couple of months went well, it was mostly peaceful. Danny had started flying on Twilight without the harness, and while it was jarring at first, she slowly got the hang of it.

She was also nearing the end of her training program, Astrid had told the group they only had about a month left, which was amazing, she hated some of those brats.

She had also started to get taller, finally. Usually she wouldn’t care about it all that much, but since she was finally taller than Snotlout, she could harass him about being shorter than a thirteen year old girl till her heart’s content.

Though as of today, she was no longer thirteen, and she didn’t know what to think about it. Birthdays weren’t uncommon [obviously], but this was her first birthday where she wasn’t… well… it was her first birthday that she was on Berk, let’s just say it like that. She was curious as to how it would go.

She didn’t wake up until mid morning, taking care of some work that needed to be done at that stables and flying Twilight before heading back to her hut, reading at her desk. It was book she had stolen borrowed from Hiccup.

"Well, you fared much better than Snotlout did, that's for sure! Even me, the first time I had it...I waited until she'd left before spitting it out." He shuddered, remembering more than he'd like to.

Raising his eyebrows at her, he said, "Stealing? Who said anything about stealing? Well, once you have it, make sure to polish it every once in awhile. When it's lost its shine, that's a good sign!"

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The sound of the spoon clattering into the bowl drew Hiccup's attention.

When Danny had explained that the soup was too hot, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried it had tasted bad! "Oh, oh good. Not good that it was too hot, just...good that you found it to taste good!" That made sense, right?

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All in all, it was a great birthday. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so hard. He also loved seeing his mom and Astrid enjoying each other's company, and Danny, who was now his sister, seemed to be having a great time as well.

The past year sure had its ups and downs, and there were some scary moments too...he only wished his dad could have been there, too.

And who knows? Maybe he was, in some way.

He was checking in on Toothless when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"No, you're right, it is getting late. Listen, I'm really glad you came tonight. And I'm really grateful for the gifts you gave me." Rolling his eyes playfully, he shook his head. "Oh no, don't start on that again. I think we both know I'll be around for quite a while!"

After thanking her again, he gave her a wave goodbye, Astrid and Valka doing the same.

Not long after Danny left, the others did as well, and Hiccup went to sleep feeling good about this next year.

After everything that happened last year, he was looking forward to good things happening.

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Things went smoothly in the following couple months. He and Eret started working together on locating ships full of dragons in cages, and he and other riders started doing stealth missions, freeing them and bringing them back to Berk to live.

He and Astrid were still going strong, of course, though she still didn't think they were ready to get married. He continued being patient.

He still had flying lessons with Danny, and she was doing great. Soon, she wouldn't need his instructions at all.

His new armor was finished as well, and he made sets for the other dragon riders as well. He wanted to make one for Danny, too, but he noticed she'd gotten taller recently. He decided to wait until she finished growing, so that she wouldn't end up with armor that was too small.

But, today was her birthday. He'd worked on her gift for months now, and he had it hidden behind his back as he and Toothless approached her hut that afternoon.

He'd crafted her a new bow, with a Deadly Nadder carved on the handle, and made her a batch of arrows to go with it, using bird feathers he'd gathered as the arrows tails.

He knocked on the door, hoping she was home.

#asks #tallestgrace #threads

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (Obi-Wan x Reader): Part 2

Summary: After Obi-wan’s accident, and Anakin’s brutal words, you left the Jedi Temple to try and let you both move on. However, you soon realise that forgetting your fellow Jedi is harder than you thought...

Part 1 - Part 2

A/N: Well, it’s been a hot minute since I wrote the first part of this and I know people were keen for a follow-up but I always struggled to get the words out. However, I blame the new Kenobi series for utterly re-igniting the flame I have for this character and this came out - finally! That and the fact the third episode has RUINED me today...

Warnings: Angst, mention of injury, implied smut / start of smut

Masterlist:

It had been two weeks since the night you’d left - or, run away, if you were being more accurate.

In fact, despite remaining with Padmé at the embassy for the duration of her stay, you couldn’t help but feel like you were still running. Every time you ignored a message, or a call, or even the very mention of anything to do with Obi-wan Kenobi you felt your heart ache worsen.

Just because leaving was the right thing didn’t make it the easy thing.

You couldn’t just magically forget the past fifteen years or so, no matter how much you wanted to. Maybe then you could find some kind of peace.

Maybe then you wouldn’t be up all night imaging the pain and confusion he must have been feeling, waking up and finding out that he had saved your life, only for you to have left and ended things without a word to his face.

Yeah. You pretty much hated yourself too at this point.

You could only hope it got easier with time.

Until then, however, you were content to bury yourself in your work and the reason you were actually here on this planet - to watch over the woman sat next to you, strapping herself into your ship as you prepared to escort her to the latest in a long line of meetings.

How Padmé could do it day after day, never complaining or showing her exhaustion publicly, was beyond you. In private, though, it was a whole other story. In fact, her tales about some of the long and dreary meetings she’d been stuck in were the highlight of your evenings. Last night had been particularly amusing, with Padmé sharing how one senator had actually fallen asleep during the ten minute rant another had given at the proposal of increasing taxes in the area.

You’d snorted into your tea, trying and failing not to picture it. It was the kind of thing you’d have normally passed on to Obi-wan. For, despite his sometimes sensible exterior, he had a sense of humour like yours and irritating senators, in particular, always made him chuckle.

You’d reached for your comms device, force of habit taking over as you went to message him. However, the sight of the numerous unopened messages already waiting for you on the screen were enough of a reminder for you to put it down.

The soft sigh that had escaped your lips didn’t go unnoticed by Padmé, but she hadn’t said a word. Not until now, anyway.

“You know Anakin called earlier.”

You blinked, tensing for just a moment as you focused on programming your flight plan into the ship’s mainframe. “Oh?”

“Yes. He wanted to know how we were getting along.” Padmé smiled. “Don’t worry, I said we were making progress even if things have been running a bit behind schedule since that storm the other day. He also said Obi-wan is back on his feet again… just, you know, in case you were wondering.”

You paused. You could sense the question in her tone, as if she could see straight through you and the nonchalant way you nodded. “Well… good. I’m glad to hear it.”

“He asked after you.”

“Anakin did?”

“Yes, but on behalf of Master Obi-wan, who says he still hasn’t heard from you since we left.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. I don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s your friend, Y/N,” Padmé scoffed, rolling her eyes at you.

She sounded surprised and a little confused as she looked away from her harness, and turned her chair to face you. To be fair, apathy at the news that Obi-wan was alive and well was not exactly your style.

You might have well as just come out and said that something was wrong. Why else weren’t you dancing with joy?

“I don’t know what happened between you but I know you both. You can work it out. You can only spend so long hiding from your problems, staying with me on this planet and ignoring his messages. He’ll still be there when you get back and he clearly misses you.”

It took everything in you not to break. As it was, you gripped the controls a little tighter than necessary as you chose to prepare the ship for flight rather than meet the Senator’s gaze. “That’s the problem.”

“Problem?”

“Forget I said anything.”

“But Y/N-“

“Padmé. Please.” You hated how your voice cracked. “Drop it.”

Padmé sighed but honoured your request. She didn’t say another word about it, even if you did catch her shooting you pitying looks throughout the rest of the day. Maker knows what she thought was going on between the pair of you.

You didn’t even know how to explain it to yourself. How were you supposed to explain it to Obi-wan? After all, he deserved an explanation and you knew he’d be asking for one the moment he was back on the same planet as you were.

At least he was well enough to do so. That was the thought that gave you comfort as you tried to suppress your pain and focus on the task at hand. You were supposed to be working, after all.

So, you held your head high, doing your best to look the part of a Jedi.

Standing guard as you chaperoned Padmé through her various meetings was a good distraction, as was making sure that there were no possible threats to the proceedings in general; It was hard to think about anything else when you were busy thinking about how many possible weak spots there were in the room for a brave assassin to target.

The answer - as you determined - was 34. 35 if they happened to be under 4 feet tall…

Needless to say, you were glad to make it back to the embassy in one piece as the day drew to a close. A hot bath and a tall glass of whatever alcohol you could get your hands on sounded divine right about then to help ease the pain of listening into hours and hours of diplomatic jargon that made no sense to you.

With a smile, you bid Padmé a goodnight, watching as she went into her rooms across the hall, before you turned to do the same.

However, you’d barely stepped over the threshold before you heard it.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding.”

The voice made you jump as did the sight of the man sat, waiting for you, on the sofa in your room. Without looking up you knew who it was; you knew that voice anywhere.

“Obi-wan… what? What are you doing here? I thought you were back at the temple resting. Should you even be up?”

“Hello to you too,” he smirked, his usual sarcastic tone oddly comforting. “I’m alive and in one piece, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Thank the Maker for that.

Given the condition you’d last seen him in, battered, bruised, and bandaged within an inch of his life, you couldn’t believe how normal he appeared (most likely the result of Anakin’s diligent care and an impressive amount of time in a Bacta tank). He barely had a hair out of place.

It took everything in you to fight the sudden urge to throw yourself into his arms and prove to yourself that he was indeed alright.

Instead, you took a step closer, trying your best to compose yourself so that he wouldn’t feel the way your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. Then again, it was most likely too late. He’d probably sensed it the moment you’d entered the room.

He’d caught you off guard and he knew it - it had most likely been his plan all along.

“Anakin said as much to Padmé. We were both relieved to hear you were out of the med bay.”

“Were you? I must have missed that message. Then again, something must be wrong with your comms,” Obi continued, his meaning clear as he gestured to your traitorous data padd lying on the caff table in front of him. “After all, I’ve left several messages the past few weeks which have gone unanswered. Needless to say, I was surprised to arrive to find your communicator is, in fact, working.”

“Well, I...” you stammered, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks at his accusation.

Nervousness seemed to have crept up on you, because all you could do was stand there like an idiot, your breath caught in your throat. It felt like you were a youngling again, standing before Master Yoda as he scolded you for whatever mischief you and Obi-wan had got yourselves into.

“Yes?”

“I left a note-“

“Ah, yes,” Obi hummed, rising to his feet. “I was wondering when you would mention that. Would you care to enlighten me as to why you left the temple without a word, other than that note?”

You gulped. “Because Padmé needed an escort and there wasn’t time for me to wait, to tell you in person. I said all I needed to in that note.”

“We both know that isn’t the truth, Y/N. Please. I came here because clearly this is the only way to get you to talk to me-”

“Well, you should have saved yourself a trip because there’s nothing to talk about.” Your voice cracked as you turned around, feeling a wave of guilt wash over your body at the sight of him. He looked so tired, so distraught, and you knew it wasn’t just the accident that was to blame. Yet again, you left nothing but pain in your wake. “Please, Obi. You shouldn’t have come. Just… leave me alone.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Obi-Wan-”

“Please.”

His tone almost broke you.

You never had been able to deny him. He had somehow rooted himself deep within you, tethering himself to you with an invisible string that somehow always drew you back to one another. Even now, it felt like he was tugging on your heart, causing a deep ache at the thought of banishing him from your side.

You let out a sigh of reluctance. “Fine, but only because we both know Anakin learned his stubbornness from having you as a Master and I don’t need you following me around until I give in.”

“Thank you.” Obi-wan was quick to nod his head in gratitude (even if he didn’t refute your point).

Somethings hadn’t changed.

You remembered the first time he had tried that tactic on you, constantly shadowing you around the halls of the temple until you agreed to help him steal Qui-Gon’s ship on a dare. You were only ten at the time, but it felt like you had known each other for a whole lifetime - it had been that way since the moment you’d first laid eyes on one another as younglings.

Despite fearing the consequences of what would happen if you two were caught, you had eventually agreed to help, unable to resist him for long.

How simple things had been back then…

You sighed.

“You know, you didn’t exactly answer my question before. What are you doing here? And why do I feel as if Padmé is somehow involved in this?”

“Because you always were rather perceptive,” Obi-wan chuckled, reclaiming his spot on the couch behind him.

He gestured to the seat opposite in clear invitation - one you decided to accept, despite the fact that this was technically your room. After all, it had been a long day and if you were to open this particular wound then you would at least be seated whilst doing it.

You were also relieved, but not surprised, to see he had already helped himself to your tea collection too. At least he’d had the decency to pour you a cup.

“That, and we both know our friend, Senator Amidala, all too well. She simply cannot stand not being able to fix something, including us it seems.”

That sounded like Padmé. Hell, you’d been in that meeting room long enough today to know the true extent of his words. Padmé saw every problem as a puzzle to solve, and nearly every time, she did - even if it meant sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, or getting herself in the middle of trouble along the way.

No wonder she and Anakin were close. They were practically the same person, in that regard, and were more than likely responsible for the few grey hairs both you and Obi-Wan had discovered over the years.

“Us? What - but I - I haven’t told anyone anything -”

“You may not have, but I cannot say the same for Anakin,” Obi smirked, sipping his tea as if to hide the expression. “Nor, his eager apprentice, either. Apparently they may have mentioned to Padmé about our… lack of communication, amongst other things.”

Why were you not surprised?

“Of course they did.”

Maker, you hated this.

You hated that you had acted as judge, jury, and executioner without letting him plead his case.

You hated the echoing chasm that now existed between the both of you.

But most of all? You hated that you left and stayed away for so long.

It shouldn't have been this way; you should have been at his bedside when he awoke, ready to thank him, and celebrate his recovery in person. You should have been helping him heal his wounds, rather than hiding away and licking your own.

“I was a coward.”

Saying the words aloud somehow made you feel lighter, even if you knew it would take more than words to fix this. The guilt was enough to cause your eyes to water, while you tried your best not to look at him.

However, admitting the truth was the first step on a long road to enlightenment, as Master Yoda had once said.

“I was a coward and I ran. I ran from you and the feelings I had for you - the feelings that I know you feel for me too. That crash was too close, Obi. I almost lost you and what’s worse is that it was because of me. I hurt you. Even Anakin knew it. You would never have done something so dangerous and stupid otherwise. You took out that fighter, at cost to yourself, because of me.”

The confession came pouring out of you.

“So, I ran and I left that note because I wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t say those things to your face without you knowing that I didn’t mean them, because I don’t - and I’m trying so hard, Obi. I want to honour you and the promise you made to the order, to Master Qui-Gon and Anakin… I don’t want to put you in that position.”

“So you left?”

“Yes.”

“You made that decision for me, on my behalf?”

You blinked, sensing the hurt behind his words. “Yes. I did, and I’m sorry... I love you too much to do this to us anymore. I thought by making the choice for you I was sparing you pain in the long run.”

“Well, you thought wrong. I need you to hear me when I say this, Y/N. I choose you. I choose you, no matter what it means for us or whatever our future may look like. I choose you because I love you and I have for as long as I can remember.”

You knew how much he meant what he said when he used that tone. It's the one he used often when addressing the council or when there was some sort of important threat that needed to be dealt with. It was resolute, and left no room for misunderstanding.

“These feelings came to be all on their own, and I could never resent you for them. You didn’t force me to feel this way, nor do you force me to act in any way I would not choose to do myself. Do you understand?”

“Obi-wan… I-" you choked, unable to convince yourself that he was not still angry with you. However, he seemed to know exactly what intrusive thoughts were plaguing you - the same ones that had caused you to flee in the first place. The ones that told you deep down you weren’t enough, that this was a mistake, that he couldn’t possibly be here saying these things to you.

"Tell me that you understand that. Please."

You gnawed at your bottom lip. "I... understand."

Relief flooded in his eyes at your words.

Finally, both of you seemed to be on the same page, but it still didn't erase the shame you felt. Tears rolled down your cheeks as your lips trembled.

“Obi, I'm so sorry... you were hurt and I abandoned you. Seeing you like that, and knowing my part in it all, I let my emotions take over and you didn’t deserve that. I left and I should've stayed. I messed things up-"

The words died on your lips as he took your face in his scarred hands, passionately pressing his lips against yours.

Your mind was reeling but all you could do was hum in the kiss, fighting the urge to pull away.

No.

No more running from this.

On that point, he was right; whatever steps you took next you would take together, and denying this connection was clearly not possible. Not when it consumed you so entirely, your soul crying out for his and causing your knees to go weak.

His lips clashed with yours, his fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your face up. That devious smile grew, and your toes curled in your boots as you saw the smile you’d spent the last few weeks dreaming about. “There’s my darling, Y/N.”

“Obi,” you sighed.

It was odd how much you’d missed this… missed him… even the way his beard lightly scratched your chin as you kissed him made your heart skip a beat. You felt as if you were somehow complete, like a piece of you had been missing but now returned as he took you in his arms, pulling you roughly against him.

You were his and he was yours.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again, you understand me?"

“I’m never leaving you again,” you whined earnestly, a smile of your own escaping your lips as he began to trail his kisses against your jawline and neck. He knew you all too well and was clearly not above playing dirty when it came to reminding you.

Hence his choice of tactic, tilting you both backwards until you lay against the sofa cushion - penned in, with no escape, you were forced to listen as he pulled back long enough to meet your watery gaze once more.

“I need you to remember, it's ok to get scared. It's human. You're afraid of losing me the same way I'm afraid of losing you, Y/N,” Obi stated firmly. "I love you and I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you’re beside me, wherever that may be.”

You stared up at him with a hesitant, watery smile.

His throat bobbed. “I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this,” he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in your throat, “but … talking to you. Being with you. Having you beside me. I missed having you as my friend even more.”

Your eyes burned. “I know.”

As soon as the words left your lips, his arms tightened around you in reply, his forehead lowering to press to your shoulder.

You stroked a hand through his silken hair.

“I know. Never again,” you promised him, and whispered it over and over.

Taglist (people who asked about part 2):

@obiwanownsmyass @tommysparker @graniairish @itscheybaby @blondekel77

#obi wan kenobi #Obi-Wan Kenobi #obi wan #obi wan x reader #obi-wan x you #obi-wan X reader #obi-wan x y/n #kenobi #Kenobi series #Kenobi x reader #Kenobi x you #star wars #star wars prequels #Star Wars x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader

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tinydeskwriter · 3 years ago

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Fake it

(another) singer!reader x h.s

summary: to keep his clients image, Jeff suggests a PR relationship.

word count: 1225

warnings: none (apart the age gap, but everyone is over eighteen)

a/n: I wanted to try a different twist from the PR relationships I have been read recently, I don't think that there is going to be much angsty around this one, but… you never know.

Part I-Introduction

2019. february.

“It’s only going to be for a few months, a year and a half… tops, it’s going to be good for the both of you,” Jeff explained to both of his clients seated across from him.

The young woman looked at the man sitting next to her, muting whatever Jeff was explaining, it was not the first time she had been in the presence of the rockstar who had been her childhood/teenage idol, but in all other circumstances they had met to discuss her inclusion in his tour, not a PR relationship stunt.

She couldn’t even imagine what was going through his head, he looks calm, eyes fixed on Jeffrey.

“Y/n, what do you think?” Jeff questioned her, her face turned back to him, both man had their attention on her.

The young woman sighed, running a hand through her long hair trying to ignore the intense emerald green eyes on her. “I can see the benefit of this arrangement for me…but what about him?” She nodded at Harry’s direction.

She would be a fool not to see the benefits in it for her, people would look her up just because she was besides Harry, it would bust her career. The girl also new that it was a two-edged knife, she would receive an immense amount of hate, but either way her name would be at the top of the news. There was also the added bonus that a ‘relationship’ with Harry would probably shield her if rumors of her very private, very secret former ‘relationship’ ever got out, a relationship Jeff had instructed her to end for the good of her image.

“The whole world knows he and Camille ended things between them a few months ago, the thing is: most of H’s new songs are about their breakup,” Jeff looked at Harry for a moment before his eyes went back to Y/n, “it would be kind of pathetic if the album came out and he still don’t have a girlfriend to present to the world, I mean, he’s Harry Styles, British heartthrob, I can’t have him looking like a loser who can’t get over his ex.”

Ouch.

“I find it hard to believe he would have trouble getting himself a girlfriend.” She commented with raised eyebrows and slightly tilted head.

Jeff sighed, Y/n was always very inquisitive, always wanted to know every little detail of what she was getting herself into.

“We need to sell na image and we can’t risk it,” the older man said, Y/n was good at reading the between lines, they didn’t want to risk a PR stunt with someone the singer was actually in a relationship with, Harry was famously private with his relationships, and it wouldn’t work in this case, they needed the publicity, “this way it’s easier for us to control the outcome,” Jeff looked straight at her, almost ignoring Harry’s presence, “you have media training, you’re beautiful, talented, your style complements his, and we already know that the public would approve of you together.” Twitter went crazy a couple of days ago after Y/n’s ‘Who’d You’d Rather’ at Ellen, the singer gained forty thousand new followers in minutes, “This is going to be Harry’s first really public relationship, it will go against his usual MO and I mean public appearances, red carpet events, social media, to the world this is the first time he’s really been in love and he can’t hide it…he doesn’t want to hide it.”

The English singer didn’t seem too convinced. She wasn’t exactly an actress, and what Jeff was suggesting was selling a love story that didn’t exist to millions of people. She didn’t think she’d have much of a problem playing the fool in love for photos, she did it all the time in photoshoots, the problem would be when she had to start talking and lying about their nonexistent romance.

“You’re going to be Winona Ryder to Harry’s Johnny Depp.” Jeff exemplified gesturing, Y/n just arching her perfectly designed eyebrows.

“I’d prefer Kate Moss, she’s British and it suits my vibe better.” the young woman said, squinting in the manager’s direction.

Jeff smiled with satisfaction.

“Age wise, you are his Winona.” The manager joked.

Oh, yes. There was a small age gap too..

“Does that mean you agree?” It was the first time since they greeted each other that Y/n had heard Harry’s voice.

She turned toward him, for the first time their eyes meeting directly that afternoon.

“I’m young, but I’m not stupid, I know the benefits being seen in a relationship with you will bring to my career,” she said with a shrug, “and having to pretend to be your girlfriend is far from the worst job in the world.” Y/n smirked.

Being seen in a relationship would also mature her image for the type of music on her next album. The age difference between them, the fact that Harry was twenty-five and Lilly had not yet turned nineteen would be the focus of scrutiny at first, and then add to her appeal.

“Are we all in agreement?” Lilly turned her attention to Jeff, nodding, Harry must have agreed too, for their manager clapped his hands together with a smile, “Perfect, now, this stunt will stay between us, no one else can know, and there will be no paper trail, absolute secrecy, not even your families can know,” he said looking at the two, “to the world, I introduced the two of you during a dinner in NYC, and the rest is history.”

“If we’re going to be open about this relationship, talk about it in public, we need details, we can’t seem like something fabricated.” Y/n commented, running her hand over her hair in a nervous gesture.

“H and you can talk about it, I am leaving for the two of you to figure it out a narrative, it will be nice if you get to know each other better, you will spend a lot of time in each other presence.” Jeff looked at the two, Y/n turning her attention to the man beside her.

Harry didn’t seem to have much to say about everything, either that or he was extremely shy, which in a way she doubted from the years she’d followed his career. Jeff went on to explain that their first ‘public sighting’ would be the trip to Rome for the Met Gala fitting with Gucci in early March, as both are being dressed by Alessandro Michele. From then on, some small rumors, and comments from 'sources close to the couple' would be planted to spread the narrative to sell the couple. Jeff commented that it would be interesting if they started making some discreet outings around LA, being seen out with friends of both sides, maybe Harry driving Y/n to places

They exchanged private phone numbers and e-mail contact, the young woman also got Harry’s assistant number in case she couldn’t reach him on his own phone. Y/n said goodbye to the two men after a while of talking the finer details, having to leave in a hurry so as not to be late for the studio session with Mark.

She hadn't even made it to the elevator when she felt her cell phone vibrate in her back pocket with a notification.

Jeff had added her to a group message with him and Harry.

Y/n had a feeling that things were about to change drastically in her life. Whether it would be a positive change or not, she still didn't know.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles

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justsomegalwhoshere · 4 years ago

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Daddy’s Small Hero

Note: I’m back with another dad Bakugou fic bitches 😎 this time it’s Baku with an absolute chonk of a baby. Again, this entire thing was inspired by @hanji-is-life and the people who sent the amazing asks there. I can’t stop, they’re so good 😩 also idk how fast a baby’s development is. My little sister was a baby but that’s was 11 years ago- Criticism is welcome as always.

Warnings: cursing cuz bakugou, but just fluff overall. Not prof read

‘Had to go to the hospital quickly for an appointment! Katsumi and Sakura are at school already. Take Katsuo with you to the agency please!

-Y/N <3’

Bakugou sighed as he put down the note and headed to the living room where his son was. He woke up and was surprised to see you weren’t there in bed with him, and was only even more surprised he saw his son was awake in his playpen doing his thing. After finding the note tacked on the fridge however, he understood the situation.

Bakugou looked into the playpen and smiled. His son Katsuo. He looked exactly like his dad, ash blonde hair, red eyes, and an absolute monster of a baby. It’s not that he cried a lot, in fact he hardly cried at all. He was just extremely chunky. He was in 6 month clothes at 3 months old. He was a chunky baby, a chubby tummy and rolls on his arms and legs. Hell, he even had rolls for knees! He was currently in toddler clothes at 10 months old and was trying to shove his fat fist in his mouth. He took notice of his dad and started making grabby hands up at him.

Bakugou chuckled. “Hey squirt, ready to start the day?” His son gurgled.

Bakugou lifted his son up with a soft grunt. “Jesus, did you grow overnight? You get heavier every day.” His baby slapped a drool covered hand on bakugou’s cheek. “..I deserved that.”

After strapping on the baby carrier and putting Katsuo in front of chest, he began making breakfast. Starting with Katsuo’s. Sure, it was time consuming making breakfast for his infant son, but he refused to let him eat that processed shit from the store. Bakugou placed a strawberry and a banana on the counter. He wasn’t sure why he did this, but he let his son choose what fruit he wanted in his breakfast. He read somewhere it was good for development. “K, choose one brat,” he said softly. Katsuo stared before grabbing at the strawberry. “Good choice,” Bakugou responded before dropping a few strawberries in the blender and starting his breakfast. The entire time, he stirred up conversation with Katsuo.

“So what did you dream about last night?”

“Da!”

“You fought Endeavour himself and won?”

“Ba-da-ba!”

“No shit, what did you do after?”

“Baaab.”

“Nice. I’ll make note of that the next time I train then.”

…

After a quick breakfast and a diaper change, Katsuki made his way to the agency, baby bag in hand. It should be ok to take Katsuo today. All he had was paperwork and an interview. Katsuki didn’t want just ANYONE working for him. He needed to make sure those who were hired were reliable people. Bakugou stopped in front of the building and addressed his son in the harness, “this is where daddy works. He runs his own agency. Isn’t that cool?” Katsuo blew a little raspberry.

Almost all eyes were on Bakugou as he entered the building. They went from neutral to confused seeing a drooly baby harnessed on the pro hero’s chest, and even more confused seeing a baby bag in hand.

Ignoring all the prying eyes, Bakugou approached Kirishima, who also was gawking at the baby in the harness.

“What? It’s not a fucking alien, get a hold of yourself.” Kirishima’s eyes snapped back up and looked at Bakugou. He put a hand behind his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing you with your son that often.”

“Hah!? Are you calling me a terrible dad?” Bakugou questioned as his eyebrows furrowed more.

“No! Just drop it, look the candidate for receptionist is already with the interviewer. Just make it quick, ok? And don’t send them running away in tears!” Kirishima called out as Bakugou grunted and walked towards his office. Bakugou stopped in front of his office door and addressed his son once again,

“This is daddy’s office. You excited to step inside?”

“Aa!”

“Well, today I am too.” Bakugou opened the door and saw some interviewer extra behind his desk and a female sitting across from it.

“Ah, you’re here Mr. Bakugou! Please, take a seat!” The interviewer chirped. Bakugou sat down in a chair on the side of the desk and unclasped the harness. He set Katsuo on a sitting position on the desk and dumped some toys there for his son. Katsuo took a chunky plastic block and immediately began to chew on it.

The female blinked. “Umm… is the baby staying here the entire time?”

Bakugou growled lowly. “He has a fucking name. It’s Katsuo. And yes, he is. That a fucking problem?”

“N-no, im sorry sir,” she replied as Katsuo cooed.

“Let’s get this started. What’s your name?” Bakugou said, calming down.

The female cleared her throat. “Akane, sir.”

The interview went along fairly smoothly, Akane answered the questions well and seemed reliable enough to work here, Bakugou noted as he played a bit with Katsuo. Still, Bakugou needed more convincing. He didn’t need another receptionist crying into his coffee cup in the mornings. The more the interview progressed, the more impatient Bakugou became.

“Can we hurry this shit up? It’s almost tummy time for Katsuo!” Bakugou barked. Both Akane and the interviewer jumped at the sudden outburst.

“Sorry Dynamight sir, just one more question and we’ll be done here.”

Bakugou huffed and put Katsuo on his lap, who was trying to shove the block in Bakugou’s face. He chuckled. “Stop that shit, that’s fucking gross, wasn’t it in your mouth?” Katsuo gurgled in response, still shoving the drool covered block in his dad’s face. Akane was distracted at this display. Dynamight, the number 2 pro hero, softening for someone? She didn’t think it was possible. Bakugou looked back up, scowling as he realized no one was talking. “The fuck are you looking at?” He growled at Akane.

Akane yelped and cleared her throat. “N-nothing! Just- just looking around” she said hurriedly as she straightened herself.

Bakugou squinted his eyes and looked down at his son. “What do you think of her, Katsuo?”

Katsuo was currently transfixed on shoving two chubby fingers in his own mouth. Once he finally did babble again, he slapped his thighs while bouncing up and down, making “da” sounds over and over. Akane thought the display was cute before Bakugou spoke up again.

“My son says you’re a terrible liar and that you’re on thin fucking ice.”

Akane shivered a bit. She was going to be here a while longer, wasn’t she?

…

A few more exchanges like that back and forth (Katsuo cooing and bakugou interpreting as a a threat), the interview finally ended.

Akane slumped on the wall outside the door and slowly sat herself down. God, that went terribly! She kept getting distracted by the baby! There was no way she was getting this job! She blew it-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched laugh. Akane registered it was coming from the office. Silently, she got up and peered through the door, which was slightly ajar.

Bakugou was blowing raspberries on his baby’s stomach while Katsuo laughed hysterically. Akane stood there dumbfounded. She never thought Bakugou was the fatherly type. Bakugou kept doing this and laughed along with the baby until he put them down in a sitting position. “Alright brat, it’s tummy time,” he grumbled as he spread a blanket on the desk and laid his son down on the blanket, back facing the ceiling. His son thrashed his limbs around a bit before calming down. Bakugou chuckled and pulled a couple toys out of his bag and settled them around Katsuo. His son tried moving around to grab the toys, cooing all the while.

Akane left before she was noticed. She was confused by this secret side of Bakugou.

…

Despite her doubtful thoughts earlier, Akane managed to land the job as the receptionist at Bakugou’s agency. She liked talking to the people she met everyday, and even met his wife a couple times.

Akane was typing away and noticed someone approaching from the corner of her eye.

“Hello, Mrs. Bakugou! How are you?”

You looked at Akane and smiled, carrying your son. “I’m just fine, thank you! I’m just wondering where Katsuki is!”

“Right here,” a gruff voice responded. Both females turned around and saw the hero approaching both of them.

You gave your husband a kiss and handed him Katsuo and a box wrapped in cloth.

“You forgot your lunch again, I’m starting to believe you’re doing it on purpose” you scolded.

Bakugou laughed and pecked your cheek. “I might start doing it intentionally if I get to see my beautiful wife and son more often at work.”

Akane observed this exchange before Katsuo turned his head towards her, looking at her with wide red eyes and made grabby hands that Bakugou paid no kind to. Akane, however, shivered and turned back towards the computer, typing more feverishly. Those red eyes that looked exactly like his father’s creeped her out ever since that interview. Sure, Katsuo was adorable, but what came out of his mouth was scary.

#bakugou #mha x reader #dad bakugou #fluff #domestic dad bakugou #domestic bakugou #not really but still #chubby baby #mha #bakugou is a little shit #but we love him #idk how to tag help

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aizawasbrazybaby · 3 years ago

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Hisagi x Black Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Dom/Master Male, Sub Female, Sex Work, pet names (ex. Pumpkin), Handjob, Praise Kink, Groping, Nipple Play, Cheater! Hisagi, Cock Tease, dubcon?? (He doesn’t ask just does it, this is also just a safety tag), Misogynist comments, Not fully proof read

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A/N: Hey my loves! As you know I’m rewatching bleach and as a result I could write a 50 page article about how my cooch turns into the pacific ocean every time this man appears on my screen but I’ll traumatize you all another time! Enjoy this smutty messʕ-᷅ᴥ-᷄ʔ

Whatever it takes

There weren’t many special parlors in the soul society. Just about all of them were either hidden in plain sight or crumbling from going out of business.

A medium shack held up nicely. Freshly polished wood clung to the building. Dark oak stairs led to a room with tatami flooring. Thick soundproof walls barricaded individual rooms.

It wasn’t a secret what went down in the place. Rumors and speculation flooded the neighborhoods. On several occasions it led to reapers investigating for weeks on end.

It didn’t take much to buy the men’s silence but it surely came at a hefty price. Business took a hard blow. That was until he came around. Fairly tall slender man, everyone knew to be Shuhei. Parading down the dirt roads with his wife clinging to his arm.

At every chance he got he showed her off. Stores, food stands, even the days he was supposed to be at home getting well rested he took her out.

On the other hand he was equivalent to a dog. Boasting his infidelity like a badge of honor. Going on and on about how much he loved her before you jacked him off.

Shuhei been a loyal client of yours fore well over a year. That’s all he was. A wealthy client. Nothing more nothing less. A door slid open familiar face in view.

“Master Hisagi! So nice to see you again,” a large grin crossed your mouth.

Shutting the door behind himself he undid the tie to his robe, “can say the same pumpkin.”

You smoothed wrinkles out a white sheet that stretched across a padded table. Several scented body oils rested nearby flowers and herbs floating inside.

“Happy ending or full body?”

A grey bag swung from his digets. Metal rings clinked against each other.

“Let’s try the Happy Ending Premium.”

“But master there’s no such-,” your eyes stuck to the kan for a second longer than you’d like to admit, “very well, please, lie down.”

Plum peony oil dripped on his chest. The slippery substance lathered his body. Shuhei’s smooth skin shined like porcelain. A masterpiece of a man he was.

You let your robe drop to the floor climbing over his legs. Pressure stimmed from his calf’s to his knees then his thighs. Slowly inching to his cock.

“Wife hasn’t been meeting all your needs I see,” you said noticing how hard he was within a couple seconds.

“She’s pregnant,” he sighed, “scared I may be too rough, won’t even let me kiss her.”

“Pumpkin if I got you pregnant would you let me kiss you?” he played with your breast.

You lied. If it weren’t for the job you would want nothing to do with a man like Shuhei.

“Of coarse master Hisagi. I’d let you touch me anytime.”

He pulled your face to his, groaning in a kiss. He was a beautiful man up close. Shame he was a complete piece of shit. Lusting over another woman when he had a wife carrying his child.

“You could make a sinner change his ways with hands as angelic as yours,” he smiled.

“Thank you ma- ahh.”

Hisagi grabbed your hips grinding your exposed pussy onto his shaft. His eyes rolled feeling how wet you got from jerking him off.

“Please, allow me,” you took control. Fingers pressed into his sides. Your cunt slid from the base to the tip of his perfectly curved dick.

“Very good pumpkin,” he fondled the fat in your ass, “no penetration mmkay.”

Your insides convulsed around nothing. Yearning to be stuffed full. His thumbs circled your hard nubs, index giving them a teasing squeeze.

“My sweet girl,” he hummed, “let me taste you.”

His arms harnessed you up leaning your chest to his lips. They latched onto your boobs suckling gently enough to push you over the edge.

You hips bucked on their own, wining and humping. Mewls and moans filled the spaced out room. Both too deep in a state of ecstasy care how loud you were being.

That if the head of the parlor heard so much as a satisfied breath from you, you’d be fired immediately. In her words, ‘in this industry you are to be used for pleasure not receiving any.’

Shuhei guided you by the waist as he came closer. The fresh sheet now holding more than sweat and oil. His tongue greeted yours once again.

“Fuck it.”

His dick easily plunged in your pussy, pumping until he was at his high. Nails sunk in your skin. Ropes of cum covered your insides.

He flipped you over pounding until you yelped. His head pressed against your cervix as your walls milked him for every bit of his nut.

“Sorry if I scared you pumpkin,” he slowly pulled out, “eight months without intercourse does somethin to a mans body.”

Taking a towelette you wiped his body down, “no need to apologize master as long as you’re content I am as well.”

He snatched the same towel from your hand cleaning up the mixed cum that ran down your thigh.

“I should get going,” he tied a knot in his robe, “don’t need the Mrs getting suspicious.”

Hisagi pecked your forehead, “maybe I’ll catch you outside of work one of these days.”

“One day.”

Sliding the door back he stretched his arms, putting on a show for everyone, “feeling refreshed already!”

#bleach x black reader #shuhei hisagi #hisagi x black reader #black reader #black women #dark skin #brown skin #light skin #black female reader #black writers #poc reader #poc writers

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embrassemoi · 4 years ago

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Saudade 𐂂 J.P

Summary: James Potter realized he spent years chasing after the wrong girl. But is it too late to finally tell you how he feels?

Pairings: James Potter x Reader, James Potter x Lily Evans, Sirius Black x Reader

Content: Jealousy, pining, unrequited love, brief mentions of NSFW, NOTHING EXPLICIT, angst, no spell check, first fic ever!

The Gryffindor common room was in full swing as soon as the sun set. They had just won the last match of the year against Slytherin. With the rivalry between the two houses, well amongst all of the houses viruses Slytherin, the celebration was inclusive. Students second year and up from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were asked to celebrate alongside the red and gold. It was a petty move, disrespectful at most. Nonetheless, the party was vibrant and was nowhere close to ending.

In the corner leaning against the wall closest to the drinks, James was already on his third glass of firewhiskey, chatting away quietly with Sirius alongside a couple of other Gryffindors on the quidditch team, planning out the next years team. Out of the corner of his eyes, James sees the entrance to the common room open. Curious to who would come to the party this late, he extends his neck only to see you enter the room, hands filled with small wrapped gifts and dressed in a short yet casual dress. Turning to talk to Lily, James' eyes never wavered, even with the presence of fiery-red hair.

It was shocking to him, he didn't expect you to come, you weren't known to party until he remembered that you were dating Sirius who joined the quidditch team this year. Of course, you would come to congratulate him.

You and James were first introduced by Remus. You and Remus had rather an academic friendship at first until she had stumbled upon him in the hospital wing after a nasty full moon. Soon afterwards, a beautiful friendship bloomed that rivalled his friendship with the Marauders until Sirius, James, and Peter forced him to introduce you to them.

In all honesty, James had not paid you attention when you two were first introduced. He admitted, you were pretty, smart, and had a fun personality. That was rare, indeed rare when someone had the full package but nobody could compare to his hyper fixation on the so-called love of his life, his Lily-Pad, the girl of his dreams. But that was two years ago and over time, the constant rejection from Lily had caused James to lose confidence. The chase was no longer fun, her irritated attitude towards him had worn him down. However, James continued to engage in the push and pull with Lily. It was mostly out of habit and his hard work finally paid off. It seemed like a waste to not at least pursue a relationship with Lily.

But within those two years, James fell out of love with Lily and instead fell in love with you. Instead of being shut down for telling a joke, you laughed and encouraged him to continue. Never had you tried to change him, to be quieter or less annoying. You simply let him be who he was and enjoyed his company. It was quite a drastic change from Lily to you and he couldn't pinpoint when he decided to choose you. Maybe when he started to look for you in the great hall rather than Lily or decided to ask you for help. But he did know he fully realized he had fallen for you when he didn't smell lilies, old books and Lily's perfume in the Amortentia Slughorn brewed but instead smelled coffee grounds, the rain and your perfume. You always smelled of coffee, rain and the sweet sugary smell of your perfume he had bought you for Christmas.

Days, weeks, months and then years went by and James Potter still couldn't bring himself to tell her how he felt. If anything, it felt as if his heart was pressed against a microphone, booming with every rapid beat.

But if he was honest, the familiar pain of unrequited love settled in his heart. The once unrequited love he received from Lily was nowhere close to the pain he felt for her.

What made it harder was that he would never be able to express it to her as James snapped out of his daze to feel Sirius leaving his side and made a beeline to her. He saw how his best friend's eyes light up when she smiled back at him. How the light twinkled back in her eyes when she smiled back.

"I never thought in a million years it would be her," a raspy voice says beside him. Remus had replaced Sirius' spot and he grabbed a red solo cup on the table beside them, leaning against the same wall as James.

With a forced chuckle, James let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, we always thought it would be you pal."

A loud groan comes from Remus' mouth, "Would you stop with that, Prongs! She's practically my sister you prat!"

Never once did his eyes leave her until Sirius leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. Gazing downwards, James took a sip of the burning whisky and closed his eyes. He felt his heart crack all over again and felt the painful sensation to cry build up. A beat passes again, Remus was starting to become worried about the change in his friend's behaviour. Deciding to break the silence, he turned back to the couple and spoke again."You know, I think she's the one."

James swore he felt his heart crack as he opened his eyes and stared back at his friend, frowning. Even if he wanted, and he very much wanted to, he could never choose his happiness over Sirius.

Never over Sirius' happiness. Not after what he's been through, not after when his family abused him, broke him down and disowned him. Not after all the times Sirius had been there for James. Not when he considered him family.

But it was also undeniable their spark, even James couldn't deny it. Dropping his head, he rotated his red cup to stare at the amber liquid. Instead of the bright contrast of the red reminding him of Lily, the deep comforting golden brown reminded him of you. Another nudge from Remus had James quickly looking up.

"James! Remus!" you greeted, quickly pulling Remus then James into a hug. He took a moment before handing his drink to Remus to fully wrap his arms around her waist, basking in her warmth and the smell of her hair.

Having been friends and having feelings for James for so long never served you any good. You would always be second to Lily and everyone knew that except you and James."Look at you! At a party? Whew, finally came out of a cave, eh?" he said when you pulled away, eyes glazed over and jaw clenched.

"Hardy har, Prongs. I had too and I wouldn't have missed it," you smiled, slightly turning back to look at Remus now talking to Sirius across the room. "You think I would miss yours and Sirius's last quidditch game... ever! If so, my, my, my Fleamont! You really are that daft then, aren't you?"A smile appeared on both of their faces before a gut-wrenching had both of them laughing before James glanced down at her hands. It was a small wooden box painting in both red and gold with a bow on top. Pointing to it he asked, "Who's that for? Sirius?"

"No actually, I gave him a gift earlier. This - this is for you," she said in a shaky, quiet voice. Reaching for his hand, you pulled it towards your body, turning it over to see the palm of his hand. As you placed the box into his hand, James' body felt electric, going into overdrive from your touches. "This better not be some prank you and Sirius are pulling on me," he said, starting to get a little nervous.

"No, seriously. Open it."

As he unlatched the small hinge on the box, the inside was furnished with soft red velvet. In the middle sat a golden ring with the word 'Saudade' engraved inside the band.

"Saudade?" he asked, still looking down at the ring.

It was your time to glance down. Avoiding the question, she asked, "So do you like it?" Panic started to arise when he didn't respond. Perhaps he didn't like it?

Repeating, "James, do you like-." As she continued to stare at James, she saw teardrops falling onto the soft velvet. "James, oh my god I'm sorry I didn't think-"

"I love it." Finally looking to see her face, he gives a weak smile, snuffling. He takes his hand to wipe his face and pulls her back into a hug. "Thank you, I l-love y-." He pauses before starting again, " I love it so much."

"I got it made about a week ago. It was the last game you were going to play so I thought I should get you something special. To remember it."

Pulling back to look him in the face, she smiles again and reaches up to ruffle his hair. "I'm glad you like it, James." His heart soared at the mention of his name before finally breaking apart. Sirius strides over, arms wrapping around her waist before tucking her head under his chin.

"Wow, Prongs, buddy, you alright?" Weakly nodding, he smiles back at him.

"Damn, you broke him didn't you, love? Trying to steal my spot as best friend huh?"

The three giggle before Sirius once again whispers in her ear and James returns to his spot leaning against the wall watching heat rush to both of his best friends' faces. Unable to continue to look, he looks in the opposite direction where he spots Lily and Remus. Lily was chatting away excitedly to him, presumably about life after Hogwarts, but Remus was already staring back. A look of recognition finally rushed through him. He was too observant for his own good. As Remus stepped forward, James' attention turned back to the couple in front.

"Hey Prongs, we have to go. We'll see you tomorrow."

Bidding their goodbyes quickly, you and Sirius both leave, hands wrapped together as you both head up the towers leading to the dorm rooms.

In his daze, Lily touches his arm, peering at him through her eyelashes. She begins to talk, choosing to hold his arm and lean her head against his shoulder. James tries his hardest to focus on her words but the cracking of his heart is louder.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. It won't slow down.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. It's becoming dangerously loud.

He looks back at Remus, a smile of pity gracing his lips.

Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump. Tha-Thump. Thump

That very night, after James and Lily had made love for the very first time. As Lily was fast asleep on his chest, James slowly detached himself from the red-head and crept out of her bed, snuck out into the shrieking shack and cried. He cried for hours until the sun raised. He yelled, he broke items in the worn-down house, until he was too tired to move. He felt disgusting and guilt riddled every bone in his body. He had never felt emotional pain similar to this. The pain was inexplicable, pretending to have never loved you and Lily instead. The anguish of having to see his best friend love you instead. The grief he felt when he found out Sirius was planning to propose, and the unbearable discomfort he felt when he was asked to be his best man. The agony he felt as he put on his most expensive suit with Lily by his side. The hurt he felt when he saw your beautiful face walk down the aisle, eyes never once leaving Sirius. The despondency he felt when he had to give a speech about how you and Sirius were made for each other.

And as James watched the love of his life and best friend have their first dance as husband and wife, he never felt as hopeless as he did in that very moment. With the wrong woman by his side, a golden ring strung onto a chain underneath his suit shined bright, close to his heart.

Saudade

The nostalgic yearning to be near something or someone again that is distant or has been loved and then lost. It also means that an object or person of longing that might never be had again. Some refer to the word as "the love that remains."

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 4

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2K Warnings: Explicit Language, ALL THE ANGST Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @justine-en @iwillstaywiththemforever @weirdgirlfromtx @edlothia-baby @soul-end @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy

Author's Note: Some of y'all didn't tag so see if that's something on your end. Enjoy the angst and cliffhanger! -Thorne

Wally didn’t come into the coffee shop for almost two whole months after their fight—not that she blamed him—she was still vaguely upset with his harsh words. But she had to admit that she’d gotten used to his warm presence every morning, and not seeing him messed her up more than she thought it would. More often than not, she found herself absentmindedly staring at the door, waiting for him to walk in with that stupid grin on his face and proceed to boast and recall whatever exciting exploits he and his friends had accomplished earlier. It hurt not to see or hear him, and she realized that Wally had become the greatest friend she’d ever had.

Barry still came in though, and if he knew who she really was, he didn’t say anything because he still acted like he always did. So, even if Wally were still angry with her, at least he’d kept his word and not said anything to anyone about her identity. Which if she were honest, tasted bitter when she thought about the price she paid for his silence—his friendship.

It was getting colder again, which meant a lot more people were coming and going from the shop, so at least she could take her mind off her feelings for at least a few hours. Until she got home, and all she was left with were them and a whole lot of silence to think about them with. Sometimes she thought about calling Wally, at least to hear his voice. Hell, even if their last words to one another were frigid, she missed the interaction. She’d give anything to hear him, even taking another round of cold snipes and trades.

She heaved a sigh and wiped down the last few tables of the evening rush, smiling politely at the people who were still sitting at tables or so across. Today had been hectic and there’d been no let up of customers until the last hour of the shift. She’d never thought they’d run out of coffee, but it came close to that a couple hours ago.

The bell above the door chimed and with her back turned to the entrance, she didn’t see who came in, but with another barista at the counter ready to take the final orders of the evening, she didn’t particularly care. All she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed. Sleep until hell froze over. That, or until her feet stopped hurting—whichever came first. She let out a quiet laugh that made her chest ache—Wally would’ve found that absolutely hilarious and probably shot back about how if anyone had the right to complain about their feet hurting, it would be him. God, she really missed Wally.

“Melisandre,” someone called quietly, and she glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening when she saw the familiar red head behind her.

Speak and the Devil will appear.

“Wally,” she breathed, voice thick with shock, and before she could stop herself, she was throwing her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

He returned her hug in fold. “I guess I wasn’t the only one who missed this,” he quipped.

She huffed a laugh and pulled away. “Believe it or not, it doesn’t feel right when you don’t come around.” Her eyes narrowed almost sadly. “I’ve missed seeing you, Wally.”

“Same here,” he replied, then glanced at the clock above the espresso machines. “Are you almost off? I want to take you somewhere.”

Nodding, she took a look at her watch. “I get off in about ten minutes. Can you wait that long, or will you perish from boredom?”

“I think I can survive ten minutes, Melisandre,” he retorted and collapsed into one of the booths. “Hurry though, I don’t want to be late.”

She rolled her eyes and deadpanned, “Wally, I can’t speed time up. That’s not how that works.”

“Works for me.” He proudly stated.

“I wonder why?” she retorted sarcastically, then gave him a smile before wandering off to clean the last tables.

***

Despite the fact that Wally could run anywhere he wanted in less than a second, he still owned a vehicle and that was downright baffling in her opinion.

“Dick got it for me.” He suddenly said, shifting the car into drive and she blinked internally wincing at the mention of her brother.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know you didn’t, (Y/N). But you were thinking it.”

“Uh huh,” she doubted and crossed her arms over her chest. “What am I thinking about right now?”

“Knowing you? Probably food, I know you like to ea—” he dissolved into laughter when she reached over and shoved at his side.

“No, I don’t you ass.”

“Really? Because I distinctly remember the time I took a fry off your basket and you looked at me like I’d killed your favorite dog.” (Y/N) glared at him and he pointed at her. “Yeah, that’s the look right there.”

“I don’t like sharing my food,” she said. “You should’ve known better.” Her eyes drifted to the windshield. “So, where are we going?”

“S.T.A.R. labs.”

(Y/N) cocked a brow and stared at him. “Really? S.T.A.R. labs? What’s there?”

Wally shrugged. “Wanted to show you a bit of what it’s like to be me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You mean you came to see me after all this time and the first thing we’re doing is going to a lab so you can show my what you do?”

His gaze momentarily darted to hers. “Is that a problem?”

“I dunno, I just figured we’d go eat a diner somewhere and apologize to each other.”

“Are you sorry?”

“Beg pardon?”

“Are you sorry? For all of the last three years?”

“Not particularly,” she griped, and he shrugged again.

“Then I’m not sorry for what we said to each other that night.” he let out a sigh. “But I’m willing to let it go, because I’d rather us just have a disagreement than lose what our friendship over it.” he looked at her. “What do you say?”

(Y/N) stared at him for a long moment, then she sighed and nodded. “…Yeah, I agree.”

Wally smiled. “Good.” He turned the wheel and pulled into the parking lot of the lab. “But there is food there for us, so you’ll be satiated anyways.”

“Hardy har har. Shut up, Wallace West,” she shot back, climbing out of the car. Her eyes traveled up the tall building. “Wow, this place is huge, isn’t it?”

She felt him stand next to her. “Yeah. Did you know they had to replace the glass windows a whole bunch of times because Barry and I kept shattering them when we’d run up ‘em?”

(Y/N) blinked, unsurprisingly stating, “No, I did not. But I can see that happening.”

He started towards the doors, leaving her to follow and soon they were stepping into an elevator. She watched him hit the rooftop button and she looked at him.

“If you’re showing me what you do, why are we going to the roof? Shouldn’t we be going to some laboratory inside?”

Wally chuckled. “Patience, young padawan.” He ignored her rolling eyes. “Food first.”

“Oh, dinner in the moonlight? Well, aren’t you just the romantic.” (Y/N) cocked her elbow on his shoulder and grinned. “Don’t tell me you fell in love with me all that time we spent away from each other?”

This time, he was rolling his eyes. “Hardly, (Y/N). I just figured you’d want a nice evening where you weren’t staring at your bland kitchen walls.”

She scoffed and pulled away from him. “Look, I’d paint and hang shit up but the landlord wouldn’t be happy.”

“Since when do you care about making people happy? You’re typically a ‘I’m going to make someone unhappy’ type of person.” Her eyes shifted to his and he waved a hand. “Not what you’re thinking about—I was talking about the coffee shop.”

For a moment, she didn’t say anything, then she hummed. “There’s nothing more fun than telling someone I’m going to get the manager and then do my magic little spin and cheerfully greet, ‘Hi, I’m the manager’.” She grinned. “Does wonders to see Karen’s little head explode.”

Wally chuckled and the elevator dinged. The doors split open, and they walked out onto the rooftop. Surprisingly, the roof was enclosed and lighted, giving her perfect vision and when her eyes fell on them, her heart seemed to stop in her chest, and her feet to a halt.

They stood from the table they’d been sitting at and with her heart hammering against her ribcage, she immediately spun on her heel, intent to flee back into the elevator, only to come chest to chest with Wally, who wrapped his arms around her waist—effectively keeping her in place.

Her feet were still moving on their own accord and she shoved against his chest, trying to get back to the lift. “Wally, move.”

“No, (Y/N),” he murmured, and she could feel her breath starting to come in and out in panicked spurts.

“Wally, please, I’m begging you, move.” She stared up at him and plead, “Please don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything, just please let me leave.”

His evergreen eyes were narrowed in pity, but there was a firmness that rested within that pity and he shook his head. “I can’t let you leave, (Y/N).”

“Wally, please,” she begged, arms starting to go limp against his chest, the tears flooding her vision. “Don’t make me do this.”

“You’ve gotta stop running, (Y/N).”

She couldn’t help the sob that escaped her, and she rested her cheek against his chest. “I hate you…so much.”

“I know,” he murmured.

“You’re a liar and I hate you.”

Wally sighed. “I know you do.”

(Y/N)’s face contorted in anger despite her pain. “I should’ve left the night we fought. I knew you wouldn’t be capable of keeping it from him. From any of them,” she sneered and suddenly pulled away from his grip, eyes flashing with rage.

“This wasn’t your right to tell!” she shouted at him and shoved him in the chest. Wally didn’t budge an inch and she shoved him again. “God, I was so naïve to assume you’d keep your fucking mouth shut! That’s one thing you’re not capable of doing!”

She growled and turned from him, running her hands over her face. “Three years of relative peace shot straight down the fucking drain,” she shot him a teary glower. “All because of you and your big bleeding heart for your best friend.”

Wally frowned. “I’m doing what I think is best, (Y/N).”

“Forcing me to meet them isn’t what’s best, Wally! I didn’t want to be found! I didn’t want to be associated with them again!” she snarled and in an instance her anger cooled, her shoulders drooping as she lamented, “…This wasn’t a decision you should’ve made. This was never your right to decide. For me…or for them.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t,” he agreed. “But if you weren’t going to draw the line in the sand, I was.”

(Y/N) met his gaze and held it for a long moment, then she turned her attention to the four men who were standing in front of the table, their expressions a mixture of regret, anger, and relief.

She let out a long sigh and reached up to rub at her temples. “Let me guess, I’m not allowed to leave until we’ve had our picture-perfect reunion scene?”

Wally nodded. “The elevator is sadly,” his hand shot backwards and with a sharp crackle of lightning, the light went out. “out of order.”

(Y/N) shook her head in disappointment at him then declared, “The next time I run, I’m settling in a city that has no superheroes.”

“Good plan,” he quipped. “But I don’t think there’ll be anymore running.”

She got up in his face and hissed, “Then you underestimate my feelings regarding the brothers and father before me.”

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years ago

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Burn The Witch 2 - First Impressions [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback to the first chapter my loves ! ❤ Here’s chapter 2, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: Mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language.

Summary: First impressions can be wrong.

Chapter 1

Being a spy for years had taught you to be able to tell whether a mission would be dangerous or not before they even sent you there.

For example, the mission they had put you on three years ago where you had to poison the target in a very crowded ballroom while pretending to be an artifacts expert was a dangerous one.

Or five years ago when you had quite literally brought a dagger into a gun fight in a storage unit, that was also quite dangerous.

But something told you that going after Bucky Barnes would be the most dangerous mission you’d ever had so far, and you weren’t even going to be engaged in a fight.

Instead you were expected to make him fall in love with you, which-

To be honest, engaging in a fight would’ve been much easier.

“This is unacceptable.” Your best friend paced in the empty conference room while you nibbled on the chocolate, keeping your eyes on your phone. “You should’ve said no.”

“I can’t say no, it’s a mission.”

“No, it’s my father treating you like a—like a—“ she threw her hands up, “Honey trap!”

You shrugged your shoulders, scrolling down on the screen but then looked up when she snapped her fingers in front of your eyes.

“Y/N!”

“Chloe if I nail this mission, I’ll get the position I want. I could be a handler next year, do you know how big that is?”

“You need to stop pretending like you’re fine with this.”

“You’re sending me the files tonight right?” you asked, ignoring her huff of impatience and she sat down, crossing her arms.

“Yes,” she said, “Everything there is to know about Bucky Barnes is in there, lots of things you could use. I gathered it myself. His past, his interests back then, what he has been doing since he got here, his favorite porn, his favorite musicians—“

“I’m sorry, what was that last one?”

“His favorite musicians?” she played dumb, grinning and you shifted your weight.

“You wouldn’t do that background check on me, would you?”

Her grin widened as she wiggled her brows, “Just so you know, you’re such a cliché.”

“Jesus Christ.” You slipped a little in your seat, your cheeks burning, “I hate you so much.”

“No you don’t,” she sang and you tried to focus on the screen, but the door to the conference room opened, gathering your attention. Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the figure stepping inside and you jumped on your feet as Chloe gasped.

“Keith?”

Keith was the third member of your small friend group. He was a field agent just like you were, and for years you, Chloe and Keith had always had each other’s backs, in or outside of missions.

Back at the academy you were inseparable and it had been months since you had last seen him.

“Figured I’d find you two here,” he said, “I just followed the scent of despair.”

“I thought you were still in Prague!” You rushed to hug him and he ruffled your hair before you batted his hand away.

“I was but I got called in at 5 in the morning. General’s orders.”

“It was about time my father did something right.” Chloe came to kiss his cheek, making him grin, “Gosh, it’s so good to have you back!”

“Good to be back, gorgeous,” he lifted her up in a hug before setting her down as she squealed, “I missed you.”

Your jaw dropped when you saw the file in his hand, “Hold on. Is that what I think it is?”

“It could be,” he told you, “That is, if you’ll have me in your mission.”

“The best news I got since I landed.” You pumped your fist in the air “Yes! Yes I do want you in the mission!”

“So then,” he said as he sat beside you and put his feet up on the table while you leaned back, “Is what I heard true?”

“Yes and you need to tell her she’s being ridiculous,” Chloe motioned at you and Keith pursed his lips.

“I just thought we put this whole honey trap thing behind us back in 1950s.”

“Exactly!”

“Guys come on, if Accords pass—screw that, even if they don’t pass, think about how we can use Barnes.”

Keith clicked his tongue, tilting his head.

“Will we use him more than we’re using you right now?” he asked and you rolled your eyes, grabbing the file in his hand.

“Your alias is Whistler this time?”

“Yep,” he nodded, “General says yours is Shrike?”

“Mm hm.”

“Considering what this Barnes mission entails, I’m surprised he didn’t call you Swallow.”

You kicked at his boot and he let out a laugh, holding his hands up.

“What? That was the terminology back in the day for agents seducing people for the mission, wasn’t it? Raven for guys, swallow for girls.”

“Hilarious,” you deadpanned and Chloe sat on the table, still pouting.

“You’re both fine with this then?”

“Chloe, the guy was around in World War 2,” you said patiently, “If I don’t want to sleep with him, I’ll just tell him I’m waiting for marriage, it’s probably not a foreign concept for him, old times and all. Happy?”

She arched a brow, “If you say so,” she said, “But you know there are examples of undercover agents falling for their targets, right? Especially in situations like these.”

Keith chuckled, “Yeah, that’d make a great story for your grandchildren.”

“Except that I wouldn’t get to have those grandchildren because I’d be killed.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Just let me know beforehand if the Winter Soldier decides to make an honest woman out of you,” Keith said and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Look at you, making jokes.”

“I’m a funny guy, thank you very much,” he said, “So what are we doing tonight?”

“Killing some Hydra scum,” you said, “There’s this gallery opening, apparently evil guys love art nowadays. Who knew?”

“You need a spotter?”

“Sure thing.”

“After you guys are done killing that target, can we hang out?” Chloe asked, “We need to catch up.”

“Only if I get to pick the movie,” Keith made a face, “I don’t trust your taste after the last time.”

“10 Things I Hate About You is a classic!”

“Do you want to hear the one thing I hate about you, Chloe? Spoiler, it’s your taste in movies.”

“Play nice, kids,” you said, skimming the lines on the screen and Chloe huffed.

“Fine. And after that, we can work on the seduction mission.”

“You’re in on that as well?” Keith asked and Chloe nodded.

“Duh.”

“Look at us, Charlie’s Angels is back.” Keith said, “Wait, does that mean General is Charlie?”

You supressed a laugh and shook your head fondly, looking at Keith.

“I missed you, asshole.”

“Missed you too, trouble.”

***

Working for the division you did had its advantages, and it never stopped to surprise you how you could always get the newest gadgets before going on missions. Chloe had installed certain features into your “sniper costume” as she put it, and one of them was a ring that would call the nearby agents of your team to your location, and the other one was a ski mask that was both bulletproof and could change your voice.

“Batman does it, why not you?” she had said before making you try it.

“Shrike, ma’am?” Keith’s voice echoed in your ear and you adjusted your earpiece before checking the harness around your waist, just in case you needed to jump off the building. Your team was already in position if you were in any way compromised, and you started setting your sniper rifle.

“Since when do you call me ma’am?” you asked Keith and he chuckled.

“Since they put you in charge of a team.”

“Don’t listen to him, guys,” you said to the rest of the team and took a look at the city lights, taking a deep breath.

Rooftops were always peaceful, even when you were holding a sniper rifle.

“ETA of the target?”

“Two minutes.” Keith said and you pressed your lips together, pointing the rifle at the entrance of the gallery, looking through the scope.

“So I think I found a movie for tonight,” Keith said as you shook your head slightly, trying to focus.

“Later.”

“James Bond?” he asked, “We can take a shot every time the movie gets something wrong about being a spy. We’ll probably be hammered by the end of the night.”

“One minute, Shrike.” One of the agents said and you exhaled through your mouth, your finger on the trigger.

“No seriously, don’t you guys like James Bond? I think it’s because of that movie I chose this line of work, but—“ Keith was cut off when you pulled the earpiece out of your ear to have a moment of silence so that you could concentrate when the target arrived, but as soon as you grabbed the rifle again, you heard the familiar sound of someone racking the slide of a gun, followed by a calm voice.

“Easy there,” he said, “Put the rifle down.”

You cursed at yourself in your head, then withdrew your hands from the rifle. Your earpiece was off, meaning that no one in your team could hear you, and you checked whether you could grab the gun from him, but he wasn’t standing close enough.

Professional.

You held up your hands, then slowly turned to see who was threatening you before your heart dropped to your stomach.

Damn it.

This was definitely not the way you were supposed to meet Bucky Barnes.

Thankfully you were wearing a ski mask, so your identity wouldn’t be compromised and the next time you met him, you could pretend.

And he would be none the wiser.

You pressed on the ring Chloe had given you to alert the others, keeping your eyes on the barrel of the gun.

“I thought I saw a glimpse of a scope.”

“Congratulations,” you deadpanned, trying to stall so that your team could get there, “You want a watch as a prize? A refrigerator?”

He looked almost surprised at your snarky comment and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Listen, it’s my target. So if you want to kill him, too bad. I was here first, early bird and all that, shoo.”

Even you could see his confusion that lasted for a second and a small smile pulled at your lips.

“Ah. You don’t know who my target is.”

“I know I’m not going to let you kill someone in a pretty crowded gallery.”

“Even if it’s some Hydra scum?” you asked and he pulled back.

“What?”

You stole a look at the entrance of the gallery over your shoulder as the limo pulled over.

“Mm hm. You really shouldn’t be stopping me Barnes. We got this, you can go and play the superhero with Wilson.”

“You know who I am.”

“Everyone knows who you are,” you stated, making him pause for a moment.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

You tut tutted, “Don’t be greedy.”

“Well, how do I know you’re not lying about your target if you can’t even give me your name?”

“Why would I lie about my target?”

“So that I would let you shoot him.”

“Aw, you’re cute,” you taunted him, tilting your head, “But I don’t recall asking for your permission.”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds.

“Who are you?” he asked and you grinned as you heard the footsteps coming closer.

“Until next time, soldier.” You said as the team burst through the door, guns blazing. He turned around to point his gun at the agents, immediately taking cover as you picked up the rifle again.

It was time to get back to work.

You looked through the scope, found the target and pulled the trigger, blood splattering over the walls and chaos erupted over the street instantly, people screaming and running everywhere. You looked over your shoulder to see your team managing to keep Barnes busy with the constant gunshots, then you checked the harness around your waist again and jumped over the roof to land on top of the car waiting for you in the street. The rope went up to the roof as you unbuckled it and got into the car, pulling the ski mask off your face.

“You weren’t compromised, right?” Keith asked and you shook your head.

“I’m not an amateur,” you said as he stepped on the gas, the car breezing through the road.

“You don’t look so happy,” Keith said after taking a look at you and you pursed your lips together, deep in thought.

“He didn’t take me hostage.”

“Hm?”

“When the team burst through the door and I turned around to kill the target. He’s a super soldier, he could’ve grabbed me, use me as a leverage to get out of there. That’s what I’d do but he didn’t attack me or the team, he took cover.”

“So?”

“Keith, it’s the fucking Winter Soldier we’re talking about. He can kill a team of agents in seconds, but I bet he just got out of there. Without hurting anyone.”

“Maybe he’s just a good person.” Keith chuckled and you slipped a little in the seat, biting at your fingernails.

“I guess.”

“Would it be so bad?”

“It would make no difference,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the city lights, “Good person or not, he’s my mission.”

“Clearly, but aren’t you going to feel just a little guilty if he ends up being a good guy?”

You scoffed a laugh and turned to him.

“I’m no use to anyone if I develop a guilty conscience,” you stated, “Much less to myself. You know that.”

A silence fell upon the car before he heaved a sigh.

“Listen, Chloe has a point as always,” he said, “These kind of missions are hard, okay? The longer you’re playing your part, the easier it will be to believe it. Feelings get involved, there are bunch of agents who ended up hesitating when it was time to bring their target in, so if you—“

“I won’t hesitate.”

“Y/N.”

“I won’t hesitate,” you repeated, “I swear. The minute this mission is over, I’ll bring him in. Orders are orders.”

Keith let out a whistle, “If you say so.”

You bit inside your cheek and leaned your head on the window, fixing your gaze outside.

“Considering the lack of alternatives,” you rasped out, “Yeah. Yeah I do say so.”

Chapter 3

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x you

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violetlilysunshine · 4 years ago

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Be Careful

Harry Holland x Actress Reader

Requested

@harryhollandsgirlfriend: Ok, ok, a request for y/n and Harry being in a new relationship and the boys are all hesitant about it and worried y/n is there for the wrong reasons and just Harry defending you and how you all work through that. 🥺

WC: 1,505

Warnings: swearing (one f-bomb)

A/N: Kinda left it between the boys, hope that’s okay. Also first time using a taglist, so hopefully it goes well :)

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You’d met the brothers while they were sightseeing in Atlanta, instantly hitting it off with Harry. The two of you had been friendly for a while after that, casually flirting and always finding ways to get together.

He’d asked you out a little while ago, taking you out secretly. He wasn’t ready to tell anybody, specifically Tom, yet; he didn’t know what they would think, given your history together. They were worried that you were just hanging around with them for the fame, knowing that you wanted to work your way up in Hollywood as well. Of course, it wasn’t really anything to do with you personally, they just felt that they had to be cautious of all new people who came around.

Harry, however, knew that you were genuine. He had obviously gotten to know you the best and knew that you really cared more about people than fame. Sure you wanted to act, but you also valued privacy, just like he and Tom did.

Harry met you for lunch a couple days ago, in between scenes just because he wanted to see you. You did little things like this as often as you could, while still keeping things quiet. It was kind of fun sneaking around with him; it made every little second you could steal together even better.

“So, uh, somethings sorta been on my mind,” he stuttered.

“What’s up, bub?” you asked.

“Well I want to tell Tom about us and like, I wanna make sure that’s okay with you.”

“Why are you asking me that, Har?” you chuckled.

“Well, we haven’t told people, so like, I wanna know if it’s okay if I do…”

“You’re the one that didn’t tell Tom,” you pointed out gently, “he’s your brother after all, it’s up to you.”

There was a slight pause in the conversation; you could tell that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you soothed him, “It doesn’t bother me if we tell him right now or not, whenever you’re ready.”

“Well I think I want to tell him,” he said, “I wanna be able to have you over and cuddle on the couch and hold hands around him. Ya know, all the boyfriend stuff…” he trailed off.

“Okay, babe,” you said softly, before repeating, “whenever you’re ready.”

You smiled gently at him, watching his lips curve up slowly. He was so ready to be open with you and couldn’t wait to get it off his chest.

“Maybe I should tell him alone,” he added, “ya know, brother to brother…”

“Whatever you want,” you said, grabbing his hand gently under the table.

“I’ll have to tell Haz too, ya know, since he’s always around.”

“That’s fine - whoever you want, whenever you want. And, to be honest, I wanna be able to come over and do all of that too,” you comforted him.

“Thanks, darling,” he whispered, squeezing your hand for a second before letting go and continuing to eat.

“And for the record, ya know, if we’re telling things…” you trailed.

Harry’s heartbeat quickened at that, “yes, darling?” he questioned, not knowing what could possibly be coming at him.

“I have told someone,” you whispered.

“Oh,” he said shortly, eyes widening, “when? who?”

“My best friend, before our first date… ya know, I just wanted to make someone aware of what was going on and who I was going out with and where I would be, ya know, in case something bad happened. Can’t be too careful these days.”

Harry chuckled at that, dropping his head and shaking it lightly.

“But she’s the only one, and she won’t say anything, promise. I mean, she hasn’t yet, so you can trust me when I say that,” you smiled.

Harry smiled at you widely, “I do trust you,” he whispered, leaning in and pecking you gently.

~~~~~

He decided on Friday that he was going to tell Tom and Harrison about the two of you. Half of him casually wanted to drop it like, “oh yeah, I’m taking Y/N out tonight,” on his way out the door, but the other half of him knew that he just had to be straight up with them.

They came in from the gym, dropping their bags right in front of the door, arguing about who gets to shower first.

“You got it first last time!” Harrison shouted at Tom, kicking his shoes off.

“Well I got there before you, mate, not my fault,” Tom countered.

They stood in the doorway, staring each other down for a second.

“Not happening today,” Harrison said quietly, taking off running towards his bedroom to get his clothes and hurry to the shower.

Little did he know, Tom had already laid his clothes out on the bed so all he had to do was grab them and go to the bathroom.

The bathroom door slammed upstairs and Harry knew what was coming -

“GOD YOU ARSE!” Harrison screamed, followed by Tom’s loud laugh from behind the closed door.

Harrison came jogging down the stairs and into the living room, “god can you believe that guy?”

“Uh, yeah,” Harry chuckled, “brothers…”

Harrison just laughed at him, pulling out his phone to scroll through Instagram while waiting for the shower. Maybe starting with just Harrison would be easier…

“So, Haz?” Harry asked after a while of just sitting in silence. He was trying to sound casual, but inside he was shitting himself.

“Hmm?” Harrison hummed, not looking up from his phone.

“I uh, I’m taking Y/N out tonight…”

“Yeah? What’re you guys doing? Maybe Tom and I can tag along.” Harrison questioned.

“No, mate, not like that, I’m dating her,” Harry said bluntly, “have been for a few weeks.”

Harrison didn’t know how to react; he wanted his friend to be happy, but at the same time he worried about you using him. What if you got what you wanted and then just left? And broke Harry’s heart in the process? He can’t let that happen.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? What if she’s using you?” Harrison tried to ask nicely.

“Who’s using him?” Tom asked, strolling in the room, hair still dripping wet.

“Y/N,” Harrison answered, “they’re ‘dating’ now,” Harrison said, using air-quotes around the word dating.

“She’s not like that you fucking arse,” Harry answered, starting to get mad, “I knew you guys would be like this and that’s exactly why I didn’t tell you!”

“How long?” Tom asked quickly.

“A few weeks,” Harry answered with a huff.

“Oh, so it’s still easy to get out,” Tom said casually with a shrug.

“I don’t wanna get out!” Harry yelled, “I really like her! She’s not what you guys think she is!”

“Mate, calm down,” Harrison tried.

“No! I tried to be calm and you had to go and be a dick!”

“Hellooooo!” Tuwaine sang as he walked through the front door.

“Hey mate, Harry’s dating Y/N,” Tom answered him.

“What?” Tuwaine laughed.

“Harry’s dating Y/N,” he repeated.

“Yay, she’s cool!”

“What? You’re on his side?” Harrison questioned.

“Yeah, why not?” Tuwaine shrugged, “I just want everyone to be happy. If Harry trusts her, then so do I.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, calming down a bit.

“But what if she’s using him?” Harrison reiterated, bringing up his first concern, “or what if she’s just using Harry to get to Tom and then use him? Or the same with me?”

“Yeah, bro, I’m Spider-Man,” Tom added.

“Yeah, we all know that,” Harry answered, “you don’t have to remind us every second of every day.”

“But still, how do you know she’s not gonna split when she gets popular?” Tom asked.

“Because you guys didn’t take the time to actually get to know her,” Harry stressed, “she’s been hanging out with us for quite a while and she hasn’t posted a single picture of either of you, or me for that matter.”

The boys fell silent, that was true and they couldn’t deny it.

“And she’s always paid the most attention to me, so don’t you think if she really wanted to use you guys, she’d have ignored me?”

“I guess that makes sense…” Tom mumbled.

“Can’t you just be happy for me?” Harry pleaded, “like Tuwaine said: I trust her, isn’t that enough?”

“We just don’t wanna see you get hurt, mate. Honest, if you’re happy, we’re happy,” Harrison answered, “we just want you to be careful.”

“Well I am being careful, so you don’t have to worry. She’s great, I’d love for you guys to give her a chance,” Harry soothed.

“We will, just know that we’re watching her too. At least for a little while,” Tom said, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

“That’s fine, I guess,” Harry said, “just don’t weird her out so she runs away, please.”

“No promises,” Harrison piped up.

“I’m just happy for everyone,” Tuwaine said with a big smile from the couch, making everyone laugh.

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” Harry said, fist-bumping Tuwaine.

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pars-ley · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub for @yutasgalaxy really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk @vantxx95

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of.

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face.

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here?

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed.

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either.

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both.

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back."

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more.

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed.

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him.

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely.

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