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rottencherrypie · 6 months ago

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R-18+; To Love is To Change (King!Fili x Wife!Reader)

Summary - King Fili, first of his name, has ruled over Erebor for several winters now. Many changes have taken place throughout his reign, the mountain kingdom now flourishing as it had once before, however, the new king never planned for how much he would change alongside the kingdom. Now, the dwarven king is left to ponder what these changes means for himself and his wife. Will she love him as she once did? Or will she loathe these changes?

Warnings - Smut, language, fem!Reader, afab reader, wife!Reader, King Fili AU, everyone lives AU, implied Kili x Tauriel, hinted at Thorin x Bilbo, mentions of weight gain (Fili), slight body image issues (Fili), clothes fitting improperly (Fili), mentions of male genitalia (Fili), implied previous sex, slightly implied past dom!Fili, thick!Fili (I love thick Fili), slightly dom!Fili, size kink, mention of stress eating (Fili, my man needs a break), brief miscommunication, bad anatomy (I tried), oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader), vaginal sex, mention of female genitalia (reader), mention of bodily fluids (both Fili and reader), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), reader squirts, creampie, breeding kink, breeding press, slightly rough!Fili, rough-ish sex, dirty talk (Fili really loves talking to the reader's cunt), slight pain kink (if you squint, maybe), reader calls Fili "my king", Fili calls reader "my queen", some badly used dwarvish (I tried), dwarvish strength (you're telling me they can haul those huge ass statues and not you? lies), Fili just really loves his wife.

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person

Word Count - 6,800+ (I got way too into this)

A/N - This was meant to be a blurb...and somehow I ended up with this long smut with some slight plot, wooo! My bedframe broke while I was in the middle of writing this, so it was delayed for a few days while I got a new bedframe (Fili's dick is so good it breaks bedframes in other realities). You can slightly tell when I started getting writers block, but I pushed through and I hope that this turned out okay. There are a few translations that will put below for reference. Smut below.

Translations - ibinê (my gem), halwûn (sweet one)

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A few winters had passed since the golden-haired dwarf had taken the throne of Erebor. The old king, Thorin, had ruled justly for ten winters before he made the difficult decision to depart from the throne, allowing his heir, Prince Fili, to succeed him.

The shift from old king to new was swift, happening within a matter of weeks rather than the typical months it would take. The coronation went with little argument, though the air was bittersweet as the old king placed his crown upon the new's head. His forehead softly pressed against the new's as the new rose to his feet, a soft smile on the old king's lips as he patted the now king's back. "May your reign be long and just." The old king whispered to his nephew, pulling away as he squeezed his shoulder as many rejoiced for the new king.

The old king did not linger within the lands of Erebor for long, as shortly after King Fili was crowned, Thorin departed from the Misty Mountains—deciding to take up an offer that a familiar hobbit had once offered to him a decade ago, so, he headed west.

With the old king gone, King Fili ruled with a firm grasp. The new king was not unfair, no, he was just in his actions. All he did was for the people, ensuring that they did not go without, yet kept a tight enough grasp on what they received to ensure that greed would not roam rampant within the hearts of the mountains once again. However, there was only so much that could be done to prevent greed from tainting the hearts of dwarves and men.

Throughout the new king's reign, the lands of the Misty Mountains continued to flourish under his guidance. Following in the steps of his uncle, he continued to lead the people of Erebor back to the state it once was before the destruction of Smaug the Terrible. Although the change of Erebor had been a smooth and welcomed one; there was a change the golden-haired king had not accounted for—the changing of himself.

The new king was aware that his mind would mature throughout his rule, that he would no longer have the time, nor the desire, to pull the parks that he had once done years prior with his younger brother—who somehow still managed to find the time to pull such foolish jests despite being a new father to a dwelfing. Yet, he was not prepared for the changes that had taken place within his physical form.

It was not as if the new king had been keeping up with his health nor his appearance, he rarely had time to get proper sleep these days let alone having the luxury of spending a few moments grooming himself before a mirror. However, he had not felt the change until this week.

As he sat upon the firm, wooden chair before the long oak desk that held various parchments, he could not help but notice how much softer his once-toned body felt. The fat upon his stomach folded slightly, creating rolls that spilled over the top of his trousers and left impressions of said fat within his tunic. The sensation made the dwarf pause as he shifted in his seat, not out of discomfort, but rather confusion.

It was not a surprise that the new king's body had changed, becoming softer with the time he had spent apart from the training grounds he once frequented as he now spent his days behind the old wooden desk to handle various scrolls. Scrolls which left him tense with stress, feeling as if there would never be an end to the massive mountain of parchments that towered in front of him, seeming to grow larger as the days passed.

Though the new king would love to take a few moments to go back to the training grounds, to slap around a training dummy or tussle with a fellow warrior once more, he rarely had the time to do anything other than handling his kingly duties. Even eating at the same table as his wife was a luxury these days.

He would shovel down whatever meal was placed upon his desk, requesting an even larger portion whenever a particularly headache-inducing scroll fell into his grasp.

However, it did not fully down upon the new king how much he had changed until this morrow. He stood in his private chambers, struggling to slide his trousers past his rounded arse. He shimmied, shook, and even jumped slightly as he attempted to tug the fabric above his plump flesh but to no avail.

His thick, golden brows furrowed as he looked down at his trousers, wondering if these trousers truly were the size his tailors claimed they were or if his arse had truly ballooned so quickly within a month's time.

After another tugged attempt to pull the trousers up, he let out a low sigh. He let the fabric fall onto the cold, stone floor with a swish. The soft pat of his bare feet echoed throughout the room as he approached the full-length mirror before his bed; a mirror crafted specifically for his wife. His wife adored fashion, it was a fact all within the Misty Mountains knew well as she was never seen in the same gown twice without a new embellishment or accessory to adorn it. It was what had first drawn the dwarf to her, her sense of dress had caught his eye and left him intrigued to know more of her.

Fili adored watching her try the newest styles or even gowns she crafted herself, loving how her face would light up in the reflection as she tried various clothes on. The full-length mirror allowed them to view the designs in all their glory before he turned the once lovely clothes into a pile of shredded cloth on the floor.

But instead of the reflection of your beaming face staring back at him, the mirror greeted him with the parallel of his aged face. His once bright, sapphire eyes were now dimmed with tiredness. A purple-ish hue tinted the flesh under his eyes, a mark from the various nights he had spent awake dealing with the nonsense from other kings, rather than in the warmed embrace of his wife. The skin of his face had been carved with new lines and wrinkles, most resting upon his forehead from the weight of his brow which was furrowed more often than not these days, typically in confusion or annoyance over the written words of others.

The blonde hue of his beard was now streaked with white, as was the golden mane upon his head which had grown rather untamed in style and length—as was the long hair that grew from his upper lip and chin.

His gaze slowly shifted away from the reflection of his face, drifting down to examine his limbs. The muscles of his body had been sheathed beneath a layer of fat, creating a fuller, more rounded appearance. They had not completely vanished, the muscles constricted and bulged as he flexed in front of the reflective piece of glass. His chest appeared softer, though the muscles still rested behind the layer of fat, it seemed more softly crafted than how chiseled it had once appeared—the perfect spot for his beloved wife to rest her head. He paused for a moment to admire how much thicker and fuller his arms grew. The weight of his arms had become a tad heavier than before, but that was all the much better to keep his wife pinned down with.

However, where the roundness affected his figure most was in his middle, his stomach.

Though the dwarf had never had a completely flattened stomach, it now protruded more outwards than before. The curve within his figure made his head tilt to the side as he examined his abdomen, placing his calloused hands upon the roundness as he wondered when his belly began to mirror his father's.

The line his gaze followed began to drift even lower, trailing down the path of hair that led to his manhood. The hair was overgrown, an endless bush of blonde which swarmed around the base of his cock—how long had it been since he had last groomed himself properly? It was not as if he was lacking entirely, he ensured to bathe himself and dawn new clothes each day regardless of how exhausted he was as that was expected of him as king. However, the new king would admit that he had neglected the trimming aspect of grooming since he had taken the throne.

His gaze continued to trail down from the curled sea of blonde, drifting down onto his cock. It was hard to miss how the gain of weight had caused the girth of his cock to increase. It appeared thicker, fatter than normal—his cock twitched slightly as his mind wandered for a brief moment, thinking of the new ways his fattened cock would stretch his wife and how snug of an embrace her cunt would give him.

The hue of his eyes darkened in lust as he took in a deep breath from his nose, calming himself for a moment before his gaze continued to wander down to his legs. His thighs had grown much thicker—an ample tool for his beloved wife to claw at as he pounded into her. And his calves had grown a bit larger, though to dwarves this was not something too worthy of note. The size of a dwarf's calves are arguably far more sizeable than that of men and elves, which always made it a pain for the golden-haired dwarf to find new trousers upon his previous journey.

As his gaze continued to bore into the mirrored image of his body, he could not deny the changes before him. And for the first time in a long time, the heat of doubt began to spread from the center of his sturdy chest.

The new king's mind wandered, wondering what his wife's opinion of his changed figure would be. Would she love these changes? Or perhaps, would she yearn for his old figure? His thick, golden brows furrowed at the thought as the wrinkles on his forehead deepened.

Within his heart, he knew these thoughts were foolish and held no true weight, yet the voice of insecurity was loud. A voice which boomed deep within him, shouting lies to him of how his wife would find him repulsive as he was no longer the dwarf she had once wed. A flood of insecurities came rushing back to him, a flood he hadn't felt since the first time he locked eyes with his wife as if her presence alone was enough to build the dam that halted the flow.

Before the rushing stream of insecurity could pull the new king into its depths, the sudden soft pressure of warm hands met his chest, jolting him back to reality.

"Good morning, handsome." The purr of your sleep-ridden voice made the tension within his muscles ease, as the sharpness his gaze once held softened the moment he caught a glimpse of your peaceful, still sleepy, face reflecting at him in the mirror.

"Ah, ibinê," He breathed, a calloused hand moved up from the roundness of his belly and pressed against yours, covering both of yours with ease as they sat upon his chest. "did I wake you? I should've blown out the candle as I dressed." The slow spiral of regret came to a halt as the beautiful melody of your laughter danced throughout the air, your chest vibrating against his back in amusement at his worry.

"Please, I should be thanking you." You spoke, as the weight of your chin rested upon his sturdy shoulder for a moment before it turned slightly, facing the crook of his neck as you softly pressed your plump lips against it. A shiver roamed down the king's spine at the sensation, one he had almost forgotten, yet his body did not—the flow of blood began to shift paths within the dwarf, fixating on the trail of his cock as it hardened slightly from the soft caress of your lips.

"It has been far too long since we have been up at the same hour. And I must admit, I was enjoying the view I awoke to." The words escaped your lips in a purr as one of your hands managed to slip out from his calloused grasp, the free hand now sliding down to his stomach, slipping even lower—nearing the pelvis, the tips of your fingers lightly grazing the roughness of the curled, golden bush—before it began the slow glide back up. A pleased exhale escaped your nostrils, a gentle hum vibrating against the king's neck as your weight leaned into it.

"You were?" He questioned, the pitch of his voice rose ever-so-slightly as he spoke, something that had only happened a handful of times to him yet only arose when he was doubtful. "Yes." The word left your lips in a rush, as if it were the most obvious and natural thing in the world, both known and unknown.

"But, I uh..." The words stalled in his throat, his hesitation making them cling to his tongue before he forced them out. "I have changed." He spoke sheepishly, the volume of his voice no higher than a whisper as his gaze shifted away from yours, lowering to meet the sight of the stone floor beneath his feet. Feet which also appeared slightly wider due to the increase of his mass—perhaps that is why his feet ached so much these days.

"So?" You questioned, a brow rose at his statement as your free hand continued its ministrations upon his figure. "As have I, Fili. I no longer hold the same figure as the woman you first met, nor do I hold the same figure I had a month prior, but does that mean you love me less?"

The question quickly made the dwarf's head jerk up, the weight of his body shifting as he turned to you. "No." He answered quickly, the warmth of his hand left yours before it found its way to the side of your face. Encasing it with ease as he gazed upon you as if you were the most precious jewel within his collection.

"I think you are the most beautiful woman to walk the earth, ibinê," The words were tender, spoken in a hushed tone as if they were the most important thing to be uttered. "you are like a goddess to me, fuck, you are my goddess, Y/N." He spoke, the gaze his eyes held shifted from self-hatred into one of pure, undevoted love as he continued to gaze upon your face. One that had experienced equal change since his reign. "I am the mere dwarf who is allowed to worship you, the one you have foolishly honored with the title of husband." He continued, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile as he felt the weight of your head shift slightly, turning inwards to place a kiss upon the calloused skin of his palm.

"Then, listen to me when I tell you that my love for you has never wavered," The gaze of your eyes met his as the softness of your hand departed from his chest, swiftly making its way to rest upon the one that cradled the side of your face so tenderly—the other still roamed the front of his figure freely. "not once. It has only grown for you, my king." The assurance of your words lifted a weight off the king's shoulders, one he had not realized he had been carrying all this time.

"But, there have been whispers of your displeasure." His voice was soft, lingering with doubt as the heat within his chest refused to be extinguished. A stubborn flame you had dealt with many times as well. "Displeasure towards the toll these foolish papers have been taking on you, halwûn." The tenderness in your tone acted like water drenching a raging fire, finally snuffing out the remaining doubt within the dwarf.

"Oh." The word left his lips in a relieved breath, his shoulder drooped as his gaze continued to soften. "I, uh, I had not considered that..." His words trailed off, a soft heat flooding beneath the flesh of his cheeks to the tips of his ears as a soft chuckle rumbled from the center of his chest.

"I see that." A soft laugh escaped your lips as your hand continued to freely roam his figure, now moving in slow circles as it slowly drifted lower, no longer rising back to his chest. "And, I see that you haven't considered that I enjoy this change." Your words made Fili freeze as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown upon him. His eyes widened, almost in a comical manner, as the gears that had been worn down from prior nonsense slowly began to turn within his head.

"You like this?" He questioned, a thick brow raised as his gaze bore into you, seeking out any sign of deception or trickery yet he found nothing, "Like? Fili, I find it incredibly arousing." The purr vibrated against his palm as you pressed another kiss into it, furthering the heat that burned within his cheeks as this new information slowly sunk in for the once insecure dwarf.

"Oh." The word left his lips in a husky breath, a mixture of relief and desire dancing within the singular word as the blood within his body continued to shift route—following the trail to his cock, which rose to life as much as it could, yet it still drooped slightly due to the weight of it. A new, delicious weight.

"You know, I have no meeting scheduled until noon." He spoke, slowly closing the distance between the two of you. The light within his sapphire eyes returned, sparkling with glints of lust as the heat of his aroused breath grazed against the exposed skin that peeked out from your sleeping gown. The corners of your plump lips rose into a grin, a similar sparkle catching within your own gemstone-colored eyes as your gaze met that of your dwarvish husband's. "Then allow me to aid you in passing the time." You purred, the heat of your hand left his body before it met your other around his hand, tugging at it slightly as you led him back to the large bed. A bed that had not been defiled in quite some time.

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Little time was wasted between the moment your plump rump sat upon the silken sheets and the moment that the dwarven king tore open the front of your sleep gown—the cold winter air nipping at your exposed flesh, causing the buds of your nipples to harden beneath its chilled caress. The dwarven king eagerly tossed aside the shredded cloth before he knelt on his knees before you, positioning himself between the soft embrace of your thighs. His calloused hands tugged you closer to the edge of the bed, half of your arse hanging over it as he hoisted up your legs onto his shoulders.

"Gods..." The word left his lips in a hungry, almost breathless, tone as his sapphire gaze bore into your cunt. The corners of his mouth dampened with drool as the light within his eyes dimmed, a look of pure lust spreading upon his face as he looked at the heavenly flesh he was about to feast upon. "It's a shame we've been kept apart, isn't it, princess?" He practically cooed, though you knew it wasn't you he was asking. It was your cunt.

The dwarven king adored speaking to your cunt, talking to it as if it could answer him—which he often insisted it could, either through the fluttering of inner walls or the squelching of pleasure as he fucked it.

"Look at you, drooling all pretty for me." The king continued to coo to the dripping hole. The rough caress of his calloused fingers lightly grazing up and down your dampened folds caused your body to jerk back a bit, sensitive to the sensation after so long without it. "Shh, shh. Stay right there." A calloused hand tightened around the flesh of your hips, tugging you closer to your face allowing your feet to dangle onto his back.

"Fili—" Before you could utter anything other than his name, he delved between your legs. The prickle of his beard caressed your inner thighs, as the caress of his warm, wet tongue began to lap up the entirety of your cunt. A gasped-out moan fell from your lips, your back arching slightly as if attempting to sink your cunt further into your mouth, yet he kept his grasp upon your hip firm.

"Shh, don't interrupt, ibinê." His words vibrated against your sensitive flesh, pausing for a moment as he slowly lapped up your cunt from the dripping entrance to your sensitive bundle of nerves. "I am having a conversation here." The words were light, twinging with playful scolding as he returned to slowly lapping up your wetness. His tongue delved into your folds, seeking out your heavenly juices like a thirsting man seeking water.

"She can be so rude, can't she?" He cooed to your cunt, the tips of his calloused fingers slowly traced the entrance of your leaking cunt. It clenched around air, allowing more of that oh-so-sweet nectar to trickle out. "So rude." He continued to coo, his thin lips now turned down in a sympathetic pout as the tips of his fingers continued to trace the dripping hole.

Your gemstone-colored eyes looped around their sockets at Fili's dramatics as your patience began to wane thin. "Fili." His name left your lips in a warning tone, showing if he did not stop now then sex was off the table—and all other surfaces.

The heat of his breath caressed your sensitive flesh as his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. The soft scratch of his beard sliding up and down tickled against your inner thighs as he nodded his head.

"As you wish, my queen." He spoke, or rather purred, as your dripping hole was swiftly filled with the deep stretch of his thickened fingers. Your inner walls parted around the thickness, adjusting to the new mass as if it was the first time they had explored your depths, yet having a familiar stretch you had been yearning for all those nights you had spent doing his husbandly duties.

A pleased sigh fell from your lips, the weight of your legs sunk further onto his sturdy shoulders as you sunk into the motions of his fingers. The thrust started slow, allowing your cunt to adjust to its thickness as they slid in and out with a small squelch as they curled inside of you on occasion. The dwarf fixated on each small movement you made as he curved his fingers at different angles, rediscovering your sweet spots as he pressed soft kisses against the outer flesh of the lips between your thighs. The coldness of his braid clasps caused a shiver to roam down your spine.

"Mmm, she looks so pretty, ibinê." The words were more of a growled vibration against the outer left side of your cunt, his eyes glazed over with lust as he watched his fingers slide in and out of your soaked cunt. Watching the way the tightened hole stretched around the thickness of his calloused fingers, swallowing them whole before spitting them back out with a gasp, drenched with those delicious juices he loved so. "Gods, what a good girl. Coating my fingers like the good little slutty pussy she is." He continued, the stretch of his fingers slowly pushed back inside, pushing apart your walls further as they curled up into one of your sweet spots making your heels dig into his back slightly.

"Gods...Fili..." The words escaped your parted lips as the weight of your head fell back slightly, the bed creaking under the shift of weight as you leaned back onto your forearms, attempting to push your cunt further onto his fingers with little avail as his tight grasp kept you still. "I need more. I need you." You whined out, your hips swaying in little circles upon his palm the moment he sunk the entire length of his thick, girthy fingers inside. Yearning for them to move faster, to scrape against the most sensitive spots of your inner walls, yet they remained still.

"Oh?" A purred sound of amusement vibrated against your cunt as he pressed yet another kiss against the slicken skin. Another torturously loving taunt, a wordless reminder that he was in control. "You want me, do you, ibinê?" The squelch of his fingers slowly pulling back filled the room, soon followed by your pitiful whine as you attempted to sink yourself back onto the calloused length.

"Gods, yes." You groaned, the weight of your head falling back further as you stared up at the stone ceiling—briefly wondering if it had ever been cleaned. "Please, Fili, I need you. You are driving me mad." The heat of your breath danced above you in the cold air as you eagerly awaited for more.

However, the fullness within you soon departed. Your head snapped up as you leaned forward ever-so-slightly upon your elbows, a look of confusion spreading upon your face as your gaze shifted onto the dwarf between your thighs.

"Mmm, look at that." The king groaned in pleasure, his gaze fixated on his glistening finger—glistening with your juices. "She did such a good job, didn't she, ibinê?" He purred as he rose the fingers to his lips, the tip of his tongue peeking through as he gazed upon the wetness for a moment longer before he slid them into his eager mouth. A pleased growl rumbled from his chest as he sucked your juices off of his own hand, savoring the tang of you as the weight of his head pressed into the softness of your thigh.

Once he licked his fingers clean, the king began to shift in his spot, slowly rising from his knelt position on the floor—yet your legs remained upon his shoulders. A surprised squeak fell from your lips as the shift of position pulled you a bit further off the bed, your hands quickly darting to the mattress in the hopes of holding yourself steady, yet the dwarven king was quick to adjust your position.

He lifted you with ease, as he had aided in lifting far heavier things in his life, ensuring that your back was flat against the mattress as your ass hovered just near the edge. However, your legs remained upon his shoulders throughout it.

"I bet she'd look even prettier choking around my cock." The king purred, one of his hands slipped away from your figure, finding its way to the length of his fat cock. It circled around it, holding a firm grip around his thick base as he spat down upon it before he began to glide his calloused hands up and down the length. "Don't you think so, my queen?" His question was quickly met with the blur of your head bobbing in response, a hungered gaze in your eyes as you stared down at his glistening length.

You were entranced by the sight of his calloused hands gliding upon his thick, throbbing cock, watching as the cherry-colored tip leaked out white pearls of precum which mixed with the glistening layer of spit upon his length.

"Gods, yes." You breathed, your back arching at the sight—responding to it like a bitch in heat. "She'd look so pretty, Fili. So fucking pretty choking around it." The words left your lips in a whine as you watched as he continued to stroke himself—wishing it was your hands around his throbbing cock.

"Mmm, I'm glad we agree." The corners of his thin lips lifted in a smirk as he leaned down, resting his slicken length against your soaked folds. His hips slowly began to rock, the pulsating mushroom-shaped tip bumping against your clit with each rocking motion. "Tell me, should I feed her?" He purred, the heat of his breath tickling the nape of your neck as he leaned further into you—the bed creaking under the weight as his throbbing length pressed further against your sensitive folds. The extra pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves made your toes curl as your cunt began to tingle.

"Yes! Gods, yes. She's so hungry, Fili." You whined as your hands clenched at the sheets beneath you. "Please, Fili, please feed my cunt. I can't take it anymore." A plea that was swiftly heard, the dwarven king shifted back allowing his hand to find his thickened cock once more. He slowly lowered it down to your dripping hole, the throbbing, angry head hovering a mere breath away from the entrance.

"As you wish, my queen." The fat, throbbing head slowly pushed into your entrance, splitting open your inner walls as it slowly delved inside of you. A shared gasp escaped both your and the king's lips as he sunk inside of you. "Fuck, ibinê" He groaned, the lids of his sapphire eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he melted at the sensation of your tightened embrace.

An embrace that had not changed since the last time he had fucked you, yet the girth of his cock had made the squeeze feel far more snug upon his aching, fat cock.

"Gods." The word escaped your lips in a breathless gasp as your back arched into the sensation. His throbbing cock filled you up entirely, stretching out your inner walls in the most heavenly of ways as he remained still upon you. Giving you a few moments to adjust before the bed began to squeak beneath the shifting of his hips.

His thrusts were slow and precise. The motions of his hips were fluid, like steady waves on a breezy summer day. He ensured to bottom in you each time, the bush that surrounded the base of his cock becoming damp from the sweet juices of your cunt, before he slowly backed out—allowing for only the throbbing tip of his cock to remain inside of you as he savored the clenching of your walls as they attempted to pull him back in before he slowly began to enter you fully again. Repeating the cycle for a few more thrusts before he gradually began to pick up the pace.

The harsh snap of his hips jutting against the plump flesh of your rear echoed throughout the room, a sound that appeared harsher in tone but not as harsh as it was in sensation. As the king found a steady rhythm within his hips, he began to lean further into you—pressing the new weight of his body deep into your cunt.

"Fuck." The king hissed in pleasure as his length continued to disappear within your drooling cunt—it choked upon his fattened length, feeling as if it were about to burst by the seams each time he pushed his weight further into you. "You're taking me so well, my queen. So fucking well." The heat of his breath tickled the crook of your neck as he leaned into you further, causing a yelp to escape from your plump lips as he buried his face into the nape of your neck. His hairy face grazed against your sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down your spine as his lips began to press a mixture of kisses and nips around the sensitive region.

As the dwarven king continued to plant love bites and hickeys upon your neck, the veil of pleasure lifted just enough for you to recognize the position you were in. Due to Fili leaning into you, your knees were now pressing back into your shoulders as your legs quivered in pleasure. Your arse now lifted slightly in the air as the king pounded down into you, hitting your most sensitive spots with ease as your sweet nectar overflowed from your cunt. A perfect position for breeding.

You knew that was what he desired, to fuck you till you were round with his seed. It was a position you would occasionally entertain, but it had never felt this good before.

Suddenly, the dwarven king shifted back slightly, giving you a false hope that he would ease up on the thrusts, yet it was a hope that was quickly put to rest as his calloused hand slid in between you. His calloused thumb was quick to connect with the sensitive bundle of nerves between your opened legs, causing your back to arch up further into the sensation.

You were pure putty in his hands. A mindless ragdoll for him to fuck senseless, to give endless pleasure to before he filled you with his seed. The squelching click of your pussy being stuffed with his fat cock echoed throughout the room, your cunt sobbing around the thick length as it continued to carve away inside your walls—after all, his people were known partially for their carvings.

His rough thumb pressed further against your clit, tracing circles upon the twitching bundle of nerves as his hips continued to jut sharply into you. Refusing to give your sopping pussy a moment of peace after spending so many apart from it.

Your hands clenched at the bedding beneath you, twisting the furs within your dampened grasp. The weight of your head sunk back into the softness beneath you, as your toes curled inward towards the balls of your feet causing the knuckles upon them to strain as did those in your hands.

"Fili, please—" Your pleads were cut off by another choked moan, a mixture of a curse and a cry of pleasure as your hips lifted slightly to meet his—yet they were quickly pressed back down as the king continued to thrust his weight into your cunt, filling it to the brim with each hard thrust. Your walls clenched and quivered around the throbbing length, a wordless warning that you were on the brink of release, but this only seemed to fuel the king.

"Shh, shh." The king's shushes vibrated against the sensitive flesh of your neck, causing your legs to tremble further upon his shoulders. "I'm right here, Y/N, let her cry on my cock. Let her tears soak it, eh?" His lips continued to press kisses against the soft flesh of your neck as his thumb danced upon your throbbing bundle of nerves, swirling quickened circles that matched the speed at which he fucked you.

The throbbing head of his cock continued to pound away at your most sensitive spot, beating away at the dam of pleasure until it finally burst open with a roaring gush as your sweet nectar flowed forth, coating your husband's length in a squirting gush. A slew of incoherent moans fell from your lips as the familiar tingle of pleasure roamed throughout your body. It felt as if you were weightless as if you were both within your body yet floating right above it—able to feel the heavenly pounding of your husband's animalistic thrusts, yet unable to feel the prickle of his bearded face against your neck.

As you slowly came down from the heights of your pleasure, the heavenly stinging prick of static made your body even more sensitive to the bitter nip of the chilled air, it shivered at its cold caress yet your body was coated with the glistening sheen of sweat from pleasure. The sensations within your body slowly returned, yet the heavenly tingle did not leave your veins as the king continued to thrust into you.

"That's it, my queen, drool on it." He purred, raising both his head and the hand which once caressed your aching clit to meet your face. His thick, calloused thumb gently wiping away the cascading stream of drool from the corner of your mouth. Your inner walls fluttered around his throbbing cock at the sweet gesture, a reminder of his undying love for you.

The pace at which his hips held began to stutter, becoming sloppier and more drawn out as your walls continued to clench and quiver around his fattened length. A sensation that encouraged him to continue his movements, despite the raging fire within his belly begging him to release. His face returned to the crook of your neck, desperately attempting to hold on for a few moments longer as he knew he would be unable to do so if he continued to gaze upon the heavenly sight of your pleasure-drunken face.

However, it was a fire he was unable to keep contained for longer than a few more thrusts, as the knot of pleasure within his core snapped, a low groan of pleasure vibrated against the crook of your neck as the white, hot ropes of his seed began to paint the inner walls of your womb. Seed your cunt accepted with much ease, drinking it down as if it were her favorite drink as your inner walls continued to milk him—seeking out every last drop from him.

"Fuck." The king breathed into your neck, his calloused hands encasing your forearms as he held you steady—knowing he would end up filling you again if you moved even slightly. "She's a hungry girl today, isn't she?" The words escaped his thin lips in a breathy chuckle as he found the strength to pull back ever so slightly, allowing his sapphire eyes to gaze upon his masterpiece.

Your gemstone-colored eyes were glazed over with pleasure, the lids drooped slightly as a trail of drool continued to drip forth from the corner of your lips. Lips that were parted, desperately sucking in any ounce of chilled air it could as your mind desperately clung to any sensation to keep you from slipping into the depths of pleasure.

"Look at you, ibinê, all fucked-out of it." The king cooed as he leaned back further, allowing your legs to stretch out as the bed creaked under the shift of his weight. He now stood near the edge of the bed with ever so quivering legs, his gaze shifting to your face and onto your cunt which continued to stretch around his fattened cock. His calloused hand gently caressed the side of your face, the roughness of his harsh skin against your smooth skin made your inner walls twitch ever-so-slightly.

"Are you okay, my love?" Fili asked, his voice dripping with love and affection—acting as if he had not fucked you senseless moments ago. "Was I too harsh? I didn't hurt you, did I?" The lust within his gaze eased, now filled with a look you could only describe as worried puppy eyes.

"Fili, I'm fine." The words left your lips in a breathless tone, your chest rising and falling at a slightly rapid speed as you attempted to catch your breath from all that had transpired. It had been months since he had last fucked you. "I just need a few moments. I fear I am no longer the young woman who could go round after round with you." You spoke, a statement which caused a deep chuckle to rumble within the dwarf's chest as he nodded his golden mane in agreement.

"And I am no longer the dwarf who could ravish you every second of every hour, but I will still try." Fili spoke, the corner of his thin lips curved into a smile as he leaned down carefully, pressing his thin lips against your plump ones in a gentle kiss.

A sensation that caused your heart to flutter against your ribs, a moment of tenderness within your world of uncertainty.

After a few moments, your lips came apart yet he still hovered above you. For a moment, you expected the rhythm of his hips to return, but it never did. Instead, the king leaned further into you until his head laid on the flesh of your bosom—the gentle tickle of his hairy face causing a shiver to roam down your spine, yet again, and the corner of your lips to be pulled into a smile.

Your fingers found themselves in his golden locks, softly raking through the sea of honey strands. The warm tickle of the king's pleased exhale warmed the chilled skin of your bosom, his head slightly burying into them as his hand dropped from the flesh of your face and landed upon your shoulder.

"Give me a few moments and we may start again, my queen." The golden-haired king whispered, the lids of his eyes threatening to flutter shut as he leaned into your warm embrace. "Take all the time you need, halwûn." You whispered as your fingers continued to roam through the softness of his mane, slowly lulling the stressed king into relaxation. A comforting change of pace amidst the typical stressors of his days.

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#fili x reader #fili x reader smut #fili x fem!reader #fili x fem!reader smut #fili x y/n #fili x y/n smut #fili smut #fili x you #the hobbit smut #smut

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mutifandomkid · 4 months ago

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Happy Anniversary, Part three

Parings: Buckyxreader

Warnings: angst, blood, self harm(sorta)??, drinking, mentions of cheating, mental breakdown, POV change

Word count: 1.4k

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Sam picked me up in his car a few streets down.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked softly. “I saw Bucky chase after you. He looked pretty distressed.”

“I’m fine.” I said softly, playing with some of the fabric of my dress. My hands wrinkling the soft silk. “Distressed is an understatement.”

”What happened?” Sam asked softly, silently letting me know I didn’t have to answer.

“I almost got hit by a car. I um, tripped.” I answered, dropping my head, my hands fiddling with the silk more.

If Bucky was driving, he’d reach over and grab my hands, running his thumb over my knuckles before bringing my hand to his lips, and pressing a soft kiss to soothe my nerves. But that was before.

“M’glad you’re okay.” Sam said, his hands never leaving the wheel.

“Yeah,” I breathed out softly.

“You know I’m here for you. So is Nat, and Wanda. Hell, Tony would be too if you called him.” Sam said softly.

“I know.” I said, pausing for a long minute before continuing. “James, um, saved me.”

“James?” Sam questioned, I’d never addressed Bucky as James unless… “You’re really mad at him, huh?”

“He basically threw out the past four years, of course I’m going to be mad at him.” I whispered.

“Did you let him explain?” Sam asked softly.

“What’s there to explain, Sam? You saw the same as I did.” I said, shifting in my seat uncomfortably.

Sam was quiet as he pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. “Are you going to be okay tonight? I can stay the night, it’s not a problem.”

“No, I’ll be fine. Thanks Sam.” I said, it was clear I was tired.

“Alright.” Sam said, pulling into a parking space. “Try to get some rest, okay?”

“Okay.” I said, getting out of the car, and making my way to the elevator. I waved goodbye as I walked away from Sam’s car.

Everything was quiet, the elevator, my heels, the door to the apartment opening, my thoughts. All of it was quiet.

The apartment itself was empty. Felt that way, despite all the furniture and knickknacks. The bookshelves lined with Bucky’s favorite books, recently dusted and clean, ones that were once a comfort, now felt sterile and too clean.

The couch, Bucky’s sweatshirt lazily thrown over the cushions, now seemed like it was a nuisance taunting me. His shoes, all placed by the front door, seemed like a painful reminder.

I walked into the bedroom, seeing his clothes, the rumpled side of his bed, his cologne, his current book. I could still smell his presence in the room, and it was almost like he was there with me.

And for a second, I wished he was.

Only, it was all tainted. The betrayal, the hurt, the fear of losing him and realizing that not only had I lost him, he had taken what we had for granted. Thrown it to the side as if I was nothing but an annoyance in his life. Traded the four years of love for a quick thrill.

Anger and grief flooded my veins, and before I knew it, I was grabbing suitcases. His suitcases. I threw them on the bed, and grabbed his clothes, his books, shoes, knickknacks, colognes, toothbrush, hygiene products, hair products, every single little item that I could think of that was his, and threw it into the suitcases.

When I was done, I rolled his suitcases out and put them by the door. Then made my way to the kitchen, grabbing that whiskey bottle he’d brought home, and popping it open.

I poured myself a generous glass. I hated whiskey. I took a swig. I hated the burn. I took another swig.

His lips were on hers. Another swig. Her hands in his chest. Another.

I poured another generous glass.

“It’s not what you’re thinking!” His words rang in my head. Another swig.

“You almost got hit by a fucking car, and that’s what your worried about?!” I could hear that familiar sarcasm in his voice as his words taunted my thoughts. Another generous swig.

I could still feel the anger, the pain, the hurt, the betrayal… “Babydoll, please, tomorrow's our anniversary!”

I screamed, throwing the glass of whiskey into the counter. The glass shattered and splintered everywhere on impact. Glass shot back at me, sinking into my skin, but even the physical pain wasn’t enough to make the thoughts, the memories stop. Blood slowly seeped down my arms and cheeks where the glass had made an impact.

I sank to the floor, hands over my ears, knees tucked into my chest, head tucked down as I screamed and sobbed.

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Bucky

I didn’t bother drinking. Just sat on Steve’s couch. Head in my hands, fingers carding through my hair.

“She’s understanding Buck, just give her time.” Steve said, trying to give some sort of reassurance. “I’m sure she’ll come around.”

“You didn’t see the way she looked at me, Steve.” I said, finally looking up at him. My eyes were red, and I was clearly torn apart, tears evident on my cheeks from the wet trails they left. ”She looked at me like…” I dropped my head back between my knees, fingers back to carding through my hair. “Like I was a monster. She’s never looked at me like that.”

“She’s just hurt, Bucky. I would be too if I saw Peggy kissing another agent, especially one who’s never liked me before.” Steve reasoned. “I’d be mad too if Peggy hadn’t explained beforehand.”

“She won’t let me explain, Steve.” I muttered, sounding just as broken as I felt. “Sharon kissed me, grabbed my tie and kissed me.”

“I know Bucky. But you need to tell her that.” Steve responded.

“She won’t let me tell her! Steve she couldn’t even look at me, and then she yelled at me, and I,”

Steve interrupted me before I could continue. “She yelled at you?”

I nodded.

“She never yells.” Steve mused.

“I know! I know she doesn’t yell, Steve! I’ve been with her for almost four fucking years now! Don’t you think I know she doesn’t yell!” I said, growing more irritated by the second.

“Bucky,” Steve started.

“No, Steve! I fucked it up! And she won’t even hear my reasoning! She won’t even try to listen to me!” I stood and began to pace, my arms crossing to keep my hands from ripping out my hair.

“Bucky, just give her some time, she’ll let you explain.” Steve responded calmly, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

“Goddamnit, Steve!” I yelled, my vibrainmun arm shooting out, punching into the wall. “You don’t get it, do you?” I snapped.

“Get what, Bucky? That Sharon set you up? That she kissed you when she knew y/n was looking?” Steve snapped back.

“No!” I said, finally meeting his gaze. “I was going to propose to her, Steve. I wanted to make her my wife. My girl.” I dropped back onto the couch, holding my head in my hands, voice breaking, tears staining my cheeks again. “And now…Steve I might’ve just lost the best fucking thing I could’ve ever had a chance with.”

I didn’t catch the pitiful look Steve gave me, didn’t even notice when he sat down next to me on the couch.

“I don’t think you lost her, Bucky. I think she just needs a little time to think everything through.” He whispered.

“Steve, you didn’t see the way she looked at me, the way she treated me. The way she treated herself.” I whispered, too broken to strengthen my voice. “I almost lost her, Steve. The car…she just stood there. Accepting it, like there was nothing she could do.”

Steve was quiet, save for the small almost inaudible gasp.

“I saved her, Steve. And she couldn’t even look at me. It was like I wasn’t even there to begin with.”

“Could’ve just been shocked, Bucky.” Steve said softly.

“No, she knew it was me, because the only thing she said was that ‘I kissed Sharon.’” A small sob left my lips, and I wouldn’t have realized it was from me if it hadn’t wracked my body. “She thinks I…”

Steve was quiet, trying to offer his support with a hand on my shoulder.

“I wanted to make her my fiancé tomorrow, Steve.” I shuffled around in my pocket, then pulled out the velvet box. “Been carrying this around for weeks, thought I’d be able to man up and ask her, but now…”

“You’ll get to ask her, Buck.” Steve whispered, though there was doubt in his voice. So subtle, I don’t even think he caught onto it.

“I don’t think I can now.” I whispered, voice broken, eyes red and teary. “I think I’ve just lost the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

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samgirard · 2 months ago

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what are some of ur fave fics? like what's in ur hockey rpf hall of fame

okay now that the trade deadline is over i can think about this more. this is by no means comprehensive, but here are some all timers. i encourage you to check out other works by these authors, and maybe leave a comment if you can, even if they're mostly older fics:

avs fic:

most of these are from the golden age of the 17-20 colorado avalance experience where i cut my teeth as a fic author and there's a lot of bias to many of the authors that i have know and love dearly

i hear them whisper (you won't believe it) by dalmatienne, t, nathan mackinnon/erik johnson

the one where ej talks to horses. my dear friend ani knows their horses and knows their comedy, and the improbable amount of horses coupled with ej as a mother hen at his absolute peak makes for a relentless riot of hilarity and warmth

What It's Like Falling In Love When You're Gay and Super Dumb And Also Don't Bother Defining Your Relationships, by littleconnections, e, tyson jost/jt compher/alexander kerfoot

the rookie house fic to me, the perfect sex comedy that balances the jokes with the emotions and the searing hot sex between three of my favorite idiots who i miss dearly

contrapositive by oflights, e, tyson barrie/gabe landeskog, tyson barrie/roman josi

allie oflights’ works are classics for a reason, but i was around for some of the building of this fic and it's truly a masterpiece. it's a whirlwind european romance that ends in the most devastating way contrasted with the heavy inevitable dance of gabe and tyson and the emotional throughline is fraught, but very well earned, patiently built until it all hits you with the little details

Big Horny's Guide to Finding Love (and Then Some) for the Modern Man by venvephe, e, erik johnson/nathan mackinnon, grindr au

my favorite ej/nate fic and delightful to reread in the wake of ej returning to the team. i've read a lot of grindr aus and this one really gets both the intense dramatic irony of it all and what grindr is all about, and it really, really works. my favorite thing about fics from this era is the team dynamic, and this one gets that core so well, especially ej and gabe

other teams:

my unicycle has one wheel by mcspot, t, brock boeser/elias pettersson, wiggles au

i reread this one about once a year, sometimes more, basically every time i learn any new information about the wiggles. this is the fic where petey is the blue wiggle and brock has an obsessive parasocial crush on him in the funniest way possible. it's ridiculous and the choices brock makes in this fic make me want to run through a wall every single time i read it

climbing the same mountain on different sides by raregoose, e, brock boeser/elias pettersson, jt miller/elias pettersson, quinn hughes pov

i also like the thatcher/quinn sequel but something about the first part of this series always draws me back; the outsider pov is done perfectly in a way that draws the mess of petey's relationships that quinn is caught in the middle of (his thing with jt makes me even more insane in the year of our lord 2025 when they are having public feuds that the gm is commenting on) along with quinn’s slow burn realization of his own feelings and sexuality that creeps up on him so well while still being in a failing long distance relationship it's delicious to me

foolproofed by ladyeggplant, t, mat barzal/anthony beauvillier, ba test kitchen au

look i know the bon appetit test kitchen has been tainted by scandal and that time when it was all i watched is long gone, but that doesn't stop this fic from capturing the absolute best of it. i wholeheartedly recommend anything ladyegg has ever written, which includes basically the only f1 fic i've ever read, but this was my first and the one i hold closest to my heart. it's a love letter to claire saffitz, to new york city, to horny comment sections, to food as an expression of love, and to barzy and beau at their peak. this fic is a warm hug and freshly baked bread, every time.

Hockey At The End of the World by ionthesparrow, m, jeff carter/mike richards, dystopian au

i didn't actually reread this one for this list bc if i did i would be doing it for days, but i know it would be worth it. this series is a classic in hockey rpf for a reason. it's one of the most intricately crafted, emotionally fraught, and carefully worldbuilt pieces of fiction i have ever read, let alone fanfiction. my personal favorite in the series is the last one, the tyler toffoli/tanner pearson post-revolution political thriller, but you really need to read the rest of it to get there.

Happy Endings by makeit_takeit, e, nolan patrick/travis konecny, massage parlor au

this fic is reconciling with the worst aspects of hockey men’s politics, internalized and externalized homophobia and creates one of the most fascinating character studies i've ever seen in hockey rpf. nolan is not a good person in this, from the very premise that he's going to a massage parlor to get a happy ending, and this fic doesn't shy away from that, and there's a rawness and realness to that that is relentlessly compelling. there's a catharsis in facing the ugliest parts of these men, and this fic captures that perfectly in a way that most hockey rpf tries to avoid

in the dark of any town by mengetpegged, m, travis konecny/nolan patrick, hotel x ghost au

this one's kind of cheating bc it's based off of my own prompt in the bubble prompt meme, but it's still one of my favorites. i can't believe it's almost been five years since the hotel x bubble, but i truly think no fic encapsulates how claustrophobic and batshit insane the whole thing was to have the entire eastern conference in one hotel for months and it's just as much a classic for that as it is a very sweet and funny romance with a hint of tragedy about ghosts.

fragrant by tokyometropolis, e, will smith/macklin celebrini, omegaverse supernose au

this is probably going to be the newest fic on this list and if you're coming to me for fic recs you probably know that i've gone on an insane willmack fever dream experience, but this fic has cemented itself as one of my favorite takes on omegaverse. it's raunchy in a compelling way, that truly captures the whirlwind freak4freak energy that is these baby sharks

#asks #anons #hockey rpf #fic tag #fic recs #there's definitely a lot more but i've been reading fic all day and i've gotta do something else #all my love to all of these authors and everyone who has ever fallen into the trap of hockey rpf it never truly lets you go

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megs-1800 · 4 months ago

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Amnesia

Note: This is my longest fic, I have had it in my draft for ages and just kept adding bits. I wasn't sure where I wanted it to go. Feedback is always appreciated as I not sure about the ending. Requests are open. Used the song Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer for ideas.

Summary: You broke up with Mason after he cheated on you and broke your heart. What happens when Mason has a car accident and gets amnesia and he doesn't remember the breakup. Is he going to be able to win you back? Is he going to get his memory back?

Pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 11.9K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Swearing, mentions in injury and SMUT!!

Mason's POV

As I lay on my bed I still remember every moment of that day, I still cannot bring myself to sleep on your side of the bed. Its been 2 weeks since we broke up and I am still a wreck. The memories still haunting me, the way your eyes were so puffy from crying, the way my heart broke in that moment, memories of that day come flooding back.

That’s the problem as soon as I let my mind stop for a moment I am forced to have memories of you. I know it was my fault I cheated, but I never wanted to loose you. I made a mistake and I am now definitely paying for it. You are the love of my life, I cannot cope without you.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving as I open the door from training I saw all the bags packed in the entrance hall. I can see you standing on the staircase shaking, I could tell you were nervous. You found out I cheated a couple of days prior and you said you needed space which I gave you. I knew from the look on your face what you decided.

I remember the makeup running down your face your mascara all smudged and your eyes all puffy I can tell you have been crying for a while, I run straight over to you and wrap you up in my arms. You quickly push me away, I knew that would happen, I just had to try. “Please baby no don’t leave me please y/n”. You look at me with sad eyes, I can see your heart is breaking just as much as mine “don’t make this any harder then it is Mase. I will get someone else to come and collect the rest of my stuff”.

And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them, like every single wish we ever made I watched as you walked away. I watched how you left everything behind, how you left us behind. All those dreams we spoke about over the past 3 years of being together, getting married, having children, growing old together. That’s all gone now, its nothing more than words now how am I going to cope?

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you as I lay in bed all I want is to forget all these memories together, looking over to your side of the bed knowing I will never fall asleep next to you again, I love you more than anything but the thought of you is hurting me more than I can imagine. You are always there, every moment of every day I think about you. How you smell, the sparkle in your eye, the way you smile, the small little laugh that is contagious to me. My heart is breaking over the thought of you.

And the memories I never can escape. Cause I’m not fine at all I am really not fine at all I do not know how I am going to cope without you. I have tried to message and call you everyday since the breakup but you keep ignoring my calls/messages. This house is tainted now as everywhere I look is memories of you. How am I going to forget you, am I am going to live with the memories of you.

6 months later

My phone bings and I can see that message from my driver that he is outside. I am just finishing getting ready. I give myself a quick look in the mirror before I make my way downstairs. It’s a dinner with all the United boys to celebrate the new season I was really looking forward to it.

The weather was awful the rain was torrential, I am sitting there chatting away with the driver when everything goes black.

As I open my eyes I can hear beeping from a machine, the light is so bright it takes me a couple of minutes to adjust to the lighting. I then realise I am in in hospital. I look down at my body, I look physically fine I am just hooked up to loads of machines and my head is pounding.

I see my mum quickly stand up from her sitting position from across the room, “mase, oh my god I am so glad you are awake how are you feeling?” I can hear the worry in her voice. I look around the room, I can see mum and dad, Lewis, Jaz and some girl I do not know how she is.

“I am okay mum, my head is pounding. What happened? How did I get here?” Mum looks relieved that I said I am okay. “You were in a car accident, you were on the way to dinner with the united boys. The weather was bad and your car skidded and crashed. The driver was fine but you have been in a coma for a week. Oh my boy”. She starts crying into me which I try and console her but my body hurts so much.

“Oh baby, we have been worried sick. I am so glad you are okay” the girl I do not know says as she reaches and places her hand in mine. I look at confused as I have no idea who she is and I have no idea why she is calling me baby. That’s when I realised you are not here. Why are you not here, where you in the accident.

“Y/n.. where is y/n. Is she okay? She wasn’t in the car was she?” I am now panicking. I can see everyone look around as if I am stupid. They all give eachother a confused look which is worrying me more.

“Darling, you and y/n have been broken up for 6 months. You haven’t spoken to eachother since then as far as we know. You are dating Brittany for the past couple of months”. I can see the pity on my mums face as she gestures towards the women I do not know, I guess she is Brittany. What do they mean me and you broke up? There is no way! You are the love of my life.

“What do you mean we broke up! No way we cannot be broken up. I am sorry Brittany I am sure you are a lovely women but mum me and y/n cannot done can we?” I can now feel myself getting emotional, I can see Brittany roll her eyes which makes me slightly angry.

At this the doctor walks in, “how are feeling today. Good to see you awake and I am sure your family have caught you up with everything. Physically you are all okay and we couldn’t see anything on your CT scans so I just need to see how you are doing?”

I go to speak but my mum buts in which does me favour as I am still in shock “his memory is gone. He thinks he and his girlfriend are still together but they broke up 6 months ago. What happened doc will he be okay?” I can hear the panic in my mums voice, and I can see it in everyones eyes, well apart from that Brittany. I hate that I have worried them this much.

The doc nods showing he is understanding “by the sound of it he has temporary amnesia, it is common in cases like this. Usually the memories will all come straight back at a trigger of something, but there is no guarantee. What is the last thing you remember?” He turns to me.

I think really hard, I cannot really remember “I think my last memory was Christmas. You know we took the girls to see Santa and we all had Christmas Day at yours. I think that’s generally the last thing I can remember.” I can see them all nod probably reliving the memory like I am.

“That was 7 months ago” I hear my mum say. The Doctor looks over to them “7 months is not too bad, we have people who loose years. It might come back, but for now Mason its good to be around things and people you know. Go back to that routine 7 months ago and hope that something might trigger your memories for the past 7 months”. The doctor finish doing his checks and left.

We are all looking over at eachother, “the doctor said I need things that are familiar. Can someone please get y/n down here please. I need to see here”. I see they all look between them what could of happened? But then I see my mum nod and walk out the room. I assume she is making the call.

Your POV

I was a mess after me and Mason broke up, I knew I was the one who left but I had to. Mason cheated and broke my heart. I could never look at him the same again. I wish I could just go back in time and never argue that night, maybe he never would of gone out and slept with her. I miss him more than words can say.

I have been strong since the breakup, every call and message Mason sent I made sure to ignore it. I couldn’t let myself reply otherwise I would fall for him all over again, I couldn’t let myself do this as losing him was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

I had a long week at work, especially with my boss calling in sick me and my colleague have basically had to run the service. I am so glad its Friday and I have today off so looking forward to my well-deserved long weekend. I have had a lazy morning, made breakfast in bed and just got out the shower when I see my phone ring.

Hoping that its not work related I am shocked to see Debbie’s name show up on my phone, Debbie and I spoke briefly since the breakup, mainly just saying how Mason was a mess and kept asking me what happened. I kept explaining that it wasn’t my place to say and she needs to ask Mason. I know Debbie loved me, but I know when it comes down to it she will always pick Mason’s side. I quickly answer the call apprehensively “hey Debbie everything okay?”

“Hiya lovely, um no not really. Mason was in an accident” I can feel my heart dropped, eventhough Mason broke my heart I never wanted him to be hurt. I can feel my heart beating erratically and I can feel tears in my eyes. “He is physically okay, a bit bruised but he should be okay.” I let a breath out that I didn’t even realise that I was holding, I am so relieved he is okay. “The problem is he has amnesia the last thing he remembers is Christmas Day, he cannot remember the break up. He thinks you are still together. The doctor recommended that he stays with what is familiar and that might help bring back his memories. He said you are what is familiar to him, he really wants to see you. I get what happened between you is hard, but please I just want him better”. I can hear her voice break at the end of the sentence. I really want to help but I do not know if I can see him.

“I understand that Debbie, but I do not think I can let myself see him again. I let that part of my life go now Debbie I have moved on. I cannot let myself just go backwards”. I feel so harsh because all I want is to Mason but I buried those memories deep and I really do not want to open those feeling again.

“I know darling, Mason eventually told us what happened between you two. We were furious with him believe me. The biggest mistake he ever made was letting you go. Y/n look I am not asking for you to forgive him, I am not even asking for you to take him back. All I am asking for is for you to come down here and see him y/n please that’s all I am asking”.

I really don’t want to do it, but there is a small part of me that needs to check Mason is okay, and it would be nice to see them all okay. I take a deep breath “okay I will be there in a couple of hours. Please text me the address” Debbie thanked me and a couple of minutes later I received a message from her with the hospital address.

I quickly got ready and packed some spare clothes just in case I stay down in Manchester and I quickly made a move.

Mason’s POV

Mum said you were on your way, I was counting down the minutes to see you. No one has still told me why we are not together. I cannot believe we would of broken up, you are the love of my life well I suppose I should say you were the love of my life now. I hate referring to you in past tense. I can feel my heart breaking.

All of my family start to leave so I can get ready before y/n arrives , you are due anytime now but the women I do not know still remains. Its awkward I feel bad that I have no idea who she is. Once everyone leaves she walks over to me and sits down, she puts my hand into hers. “Masey how are you feeling?” I wince at her use of my nickname “my head is really hurting but I think I am going to be okay. I am really sorry I cannot remember you. I am really am”. I feel awful that I am dating someone I cannot even remember. “That’s okay Mase I will get you to remember” before I know it she is kissing me, I am not kissing back. In my head me and y/n are still together I couldn’t of done that to her.

As this Brittany pulls away I see the longing in her eyes, I can tell she is really into me. I am about to say something when I see y/n walking into the room. “uh sorry I will give you guys a minute” you go to walk back out the room. I am quick to respond “please y/n don’t go!” I didn’t realise I was shouting but it came out louder then I wanted but I just didn’t want you to leave. I can see you nod and you sheepishly come over to me. I can see you are not making eye contact with me or Brittany.

“Thank you coming its really good to see you. Sorry I know it’s a long drive you must be exhausted” I say

“I did it for your mum, not for you but its okay the drive wasn’t too bad. Did you want me to come back at a better time?”

You are so beautiful, you are only in a tracksuit and your hair in a bun as I know you love being comfortable when travelling but you look like the most beautiful girl in the world. We both stayed silent just looking at eachother when Brittany replies to you in a bitchy tone “yeah if you could come back a bit later. It’s the first time since Masey’s woken up that we actually got 2 minutes to ourselves”. I look at Brittany with a shocked look, how rude of her to say that and I can see you are taken back by that. You nod and go to walk out of the hospital which I grab your hand to stop you “please y/n don’t leave” I can see you look at Brittany and you are now hesitating with what to do. I turn to Brittany “I asked y/n to come, she has come a long way please don’t speak to her like that and make her leave. We have a lot to catch up on”. I can see you blush a little as you look down, Brittany looks pissed and rolls her eyes “for fuck sake Mason you are choosing to be with her then me. You are with me now Mason. You know whatever”. At that she throws her body around and storms out of the hospital room.

I see you giggle “You always loved someone with a bit of drama. You are going to pay for that later you know”. I smile back knowing that I probably will with the way Brittany just throw herself out of the room. You sit down next to me, I can tell you are nervous. “How have you been? You look beautiful” You give me a small smile, I can tell you are thinking about what to say next.

“I’m doing good Mase, how are feeling? Are you in a lot of pain?” I see that you passed over the comment with me calling you beautiful. “I am okay, I am a bit stiff but physically I am fine. I am guessing mum told you about the memory stuff” You nodded in agreement. “What happened to us y/n? They are saying we broke up but no one will tell me why? We couldn’t of broken up we were going to get married, have kids. We were going to live happily ever after what happened?”

“You happened Mase.”

“No way.. I would of never broke up with you”

“Well technically I broke up with you but you are the one who cheated.” I am in disbelief, I couldn’t of cheated on you. I cannot believe I would of done this to us. I broke us.

“No way, I wouldn’t of done that to you. I love you so much y/n”

“Well you did. You slept with someone else. I loved you too Mase but you broke us” hearing you saying ‘loved’ in past tense makes my heart break.

“What happened why did I cheat? Who did I cheat with” I am still in disbelief.

“We had a huge fight, it was just one of those things that built up. You were stressed with injuries and the press and I was stressed with work and being away from my family we just kind of took it out on eachother. We both said a lot of things we shouldn’t of said and you decided to go out with the boys which made the argument worse. I said ‘if you go out don’t bother coming back’, I guess you took that literally. You went out had too many drinks and got a hotel with her. I don’t really know what happened but that’s what you said. You slept with Brittany actually”. I can see that hurt you reliving that.

“Brittany?! So I cheated on you with her? And then what started dating her again?” I am such a horrible person for that, I must of broken you.

“Yeah not right away though. You cheated a couple of weeks after Christmas which your mum said is your last memory, I found out a couple of weeks later. You only got with Britanny a couple of months ago. She literally put it all over social media on your first date so I found out pretty quick”.

“Shit I am sorry that must have been horrible for you. I just cannot believe I would of done that to you.. to us. I was going to propose to you. You know that trip I arranged in Paris for Valentines day, I had it all planned. I had the ring.. then what I throw it all away just like that over one stupid fight.” I am beating myself up about it, I cannot believe I would of broke your heart like that. I must have been a mess when we broke up, I can feel my heart breaking now and tears forming in my eye.

“Yeah I know, your family told me once they found out we broke up. I didn’t even have a clue that you were going to propose in Paris. But what was done was done. You cancelled the trip I think or you went on it with someone I am not too sure.”

“Surely I couldn’t of gone with someone else. That trip was ours.”

“Honestly Mason I had no idea what you did when we broke up. You tried to ring and text me but I just couldn’t bring myself to reply. Then I saw on the news that you were spotted on a date with Brittany, I was so upset because I couldn’t even think of getting with anyone else and then suddenly you are back with the girl who ruined our relationship but I guess I just loved you more then you loved me.” I can see the tears starting to form in your eyes as you start to look up to prevent the tears from rolling down.

“No y/n please, I loved you more then you will ever know. You were the love of my life. I made a mistake I-I-I cannot b-b-believe I would of done that to y-y-you.” I am struggling to get my words out as my tears are rolling down my face. I can see your face start to soften and I can see your tears starting to roll down your cheek too. You are rubbing the back of my hand with you thumb. This is something that you used to do all the time to try and reassure me when I was upset.

We stay there in silence for what seems like forever, I just continue to look into your eyes. Those eyes that were once filled with so much light and love now seem broken, however I can still see that sparkle that you always had. We were snatched from our moment as my mum walked in. “Sorry to interrupt but visiting hours are almost over so I am not sure if either of you want anything to eat before we have to leave?” I can feel the sadness of the thought of you leaving me, I really don’t want you to leave.

“No its okay thanks though Debbie, I should be heading back to my hotel room anyway. I will probably just order room service, I have had a long day travelling but thank you”. I deny food from mum as well, right now I cannot think about eating as my heart is breaking knowing that I lost y/n and I was the reason. Food is the last thing on my mind. Mum nods and walks away, as she does this that Brittany walks in again.

She gives y/n daggers as she sees that me and you are holding hands, y/n shoots the look straight back though that’s my girl! “I best get going, I will leave you both to say goodbye” as you let go of my hand and look between me and Brittany. Right now I couldn’t give a fuck about that Brittany being in the room. “please don’t leave y/n/n, you can stay here for the night. Please I cannot let you go again” I see the pity on your face which makes me hate myself right now and Brittany looks pissed. Maybe I shouldn’t of said that.

“What the fuck Mason! You are injured and you what that to stay with you rather than me. What is going on Mason. I know you got this bloody memory thing and you don’t remember me but fucking look at me, and you telling me you would rather want that then me, come on Mase stop having me on” I was taken aback by Brittany, the way she looked you up and down everytime she said ‘that’ I was so angry, you are 10000% better then that Brittany. I know you would never agree as you are so much more natural, but in my eyes you are the most beautiful women to ever walk the planet.

I go to defend you but you beat me to it “no she is right Mase. I don’t know why you would choose me when you got someone like her. But anyway I am not like her I do not get into bed with other peoples boyfriends so I will just leave” I cannot believe you would doubt yourself like that, I would always choose you over Brittany, but I guess I didn’t when I choose to cheat with Brittany fuck I hate myself.

I loved your little petty comment at the end, I go to laugh with make Brittany more angry “who the fuck are you talking to like that.” I can see its started to get a little heated, you step away as I know you do not like confrontation. “Hey.. come on lets all calm down” I say defusing the situation.

“I am going to go. I will come down tomorrow though okay Mase. Sleep well” I nod, I go to say ‘I love you’ but quickly stop myself. I watch as you walk out the room and I can feel the tears forming in my eyes again. I turn my attention back to Brittany “that was rude for you to speak to her like that” I start. Brittany rolls her eyes “oh Mase you know I am a thousand times better than her, you are lucky to have me. I get you got a past with her but me and you got together and you choose to be with me. So why are you now defending her?”

I just look at her with disgust, she is the reason me and you are not together right now. I know I am too blame too but it took 2 to ruin the relationship. “Please just go” I beg.

She rolls her eyes again I hate when she does that. “Whatever Mase, give me a ring when you come to your senses”. At that she turns on her heals and walks out the hospital room. At this time I am grateful for the silence, but then suddenly I feel a longing for you. All I want is you.

Your POV

It was so hard seeing Mason today, suddenly all these feelings come flooding back. All I want is to drive back to that hospital and kiss him but I have to stay strong. Seeing Brittany broke me too, knowing that the other women was there made me feel sick but I think I handled it well.

I checked into my hotel room and flopped straight onto the bed, I am so mentally drained after the long drive and seeing Mason all I want is to go to sleep. I quickly check my phone as I realised I hadn’t checked it since I got to Manchester. I got a couple of messages but one stood out the most, only sent 20 mins ago, from Mason. “Safe journey to the hotel, let me know once you are there. Thank you for making the trip down to see me, especially after all I have done. You have no idea how much I appreciate it x” I keep looking over the text as I am really not sure to reply, he does deserve to know I got here okay though, because chances are if I do not reply soon he will be ringing me to make sure I am safe. I quickly send a quick reply “I am at the hotel now x” I kept it basic I cannot let myself get sucked in again.

I go straight for a shower and I loved the feeling of the hot water on my shoulders, I hear my phone bing again which chances are it was Mason replying. I took my time in the shower, once I am out I wrap the hotel robe around me and collapse on the bed. I let my feelings out and I can feel the tears rolling down my face, all those emotions I kept in seeing Mason today. I can feel myself start to drift off to sleep when there is a knock at the door. I quickly open it and I can see room service “I am sorry I didn’t order this” the man looks confused and double checks the receipt “yeah room 107, it was a prepaid order over the phone for a ummmm Mr Mount” I nod and let the man bring the trolley of food in. Once he leaves I look over the trolley there is so much food.

I quickly message Mason “You didn’t need to do that x” I message he is quick to read the message and reply “I didn’t know what you fancied so I just ordered one of everything xx” I shake my head at his reply but I know he was just doing it to be nice and to be honest I am ready grateful as I head my stomach rumbling. “I am going to get fat with eating all this food x” he replies straight away “And you will still be the most incredibly sexiest girl in my eyes xxx” I smile at his reply, he is giving me butterflies all over again. He has always been smooth at compliments and eventhough I am insecure about how I look he has always made me feel like I am beautiful.

We continue the rest of the night chatting away over text it felt natural to speak to him, just living in the moment then it suddenly hit me with what happened and I quickly made an excuse that I needed to sleep which he agreed with. As I shut my eyes all the feelings with him came flooding back all over again, I spend another night crying myself to sleep.

When I wake up I feel this sudden urge of dread, I know Mason doesn’t remember but I do, I remember all the hurt he caused. I cannot see him again, I cannot let myself feel like that again. I see Mason’s text saying how he was excited to see me again today. I feel bad but I have got to lie I cannot see him again, not right now. I am still not over him, I am nowhere near over him. “Hey Mase, I am so sorry work called and they need me back like now. I am leaving to go home now. I am so sorry look after yourself and if you need anything let me know. I hope you get your memory back, but maybe at the same time I don’t so at least that way you don’t need to hurt the way that I do. I will always love you Mase xx” and with that I put my phone on silent ready for the drive home.

Mason’s POV

When I saw that text I felt my heart drop, I cannot believe she is already going. Maybe I came on too strong ordering her room service but I knew she wouldn’t eat otherwise and I was just trying to look out for her. It was such a lame excuse to use work as I know that’s not the reason. I read you like a book I know there is no work issue and that you were only saying that to get out of seeing me. I must of hurt you so bad.

I quickly respond back to you, I do not want to cause anymore conflict between us so I type “Okay I am gutted I am not seeing you. Can you do me a favour please don’t feel pressured and you do not need to make a decision now just promise me you will think about it. You are the only bit of normal I have at the moment, can you please just come down and let me take you out for dinner please that all I am asking. I just want to talk, I just want to fill in the gaps. Please y/n”.

I watch as you are typing, you are typing for ages which is making me anxious. Then you just reply in one word… “Okay”.

I try and message you to let you know I have been released from hospital and update you which you just read and do not reply. It made me feel awful that I know you are reading my messages but not responding. I wish I could just make everything okay, at the same time I wish I could have my memory back so I can feel the way you are hurting, so I can understand why I did what I did.

Readers POV

A couple of weeks passed since your saw Mason, he tried to message you a couple of times to let you know he has been released from hospital. I couldn’t bring myself to answer, seeing him that day made all of these feelings come back. I am not sure if I can let him in again. Out of the blue I saw a text from Declan, I hadn’t heard from him since the breakup. Lauren messaged me every now and again as we were close when me and Mason were dating , but when I moved back home it was hard to stay in touch. The messaged said “Come on y/n please answer Mason. All I have heard since he has been released from hospital is about you. I get what happened between you was shit and Mason is an arsehole for cheating on you. We were all on your side, but he is my mate y/n/n and he is struggling with the memory thing at the moment and all he knows at the moment is you. So please y/n/n I like to think we were good friends before that all happened, so if you do not want to do it for him, do it for me :) x” I smiled at the text and had a little giggle at the end. “Okay Dec, but I am doing it for you not him. I promise the next message he sends me I will reply”. And with that Mason’s name suddenly appears on my phone, him and Mason must have been together. “Declan said you would reply to my message. I know I fucked up y/n I know, I cannot remember why I did what I did but all I can do is apologise. All I have is happy memories with you at the moment, I need someone to help me get my memories back. The doctor said to keep doing things which feel ‘normal’ to me, and well you are the most ‘normal’ I can get. One date please that’s all I ask please and then I promise I will leave you alone xx” . I am debating my answer but I know Mason won’t quit until he gets what he wants that’s how he got me to go on a first date with him, and to be fair he did say he would leave me alone if I agreed. I sent him a quick text back “Okay Mount but you better make it worth my while x”. He reads it straight away and I can see he is typing, that’s when his message pops up in the chat “Have I ever let you down”;) xx”

The next couple of days Mason keeps the messages to a minimum which I am grateful for, this week has been busy with work so I am actually looking forward to taking a break and going out. Mason didn’t tell me much about the date, all he said was to dress nice and for me to be with him early afternoon. I thought this was really weird as if it was an afternoon date then why am I dressing up? The day before our date he told me I also need to bring my passport and an overnight bag, I am now seriously confused surely we cannot be going out the county? I frantically spent that evening looking for my passport and trying to decide what to wear. I opted in for a short black dress that hugs my figure perfectly and I knew Mason would love it, it used to be one of his favourites.

The next morning I can hear the dreaded sound of my alarm, I have had to get up at the crack of dawn to get up and ready and make the drive to Manchester. I thought I could pair my dress with a long overcoat to make it look slightly more casual and a nice pair of boots. I quickly post a picture to my private Instagram storey and then make a move:

The drive to Manchester was painless the traffic was on my side for a change. I arrived in Manchester around 2pm, I walked up the front steps to Mason’s and I suddenly start to feel sick this was the house we used to live at together. I start to shake but before I can turn around Mason opens the door, he obviously saw me on the ring doorbell.

“Wow look at you” Mason looks me up and down and now suddenly I feel really self-conscious. He was dressed in black skinny jeans with a white button shirt. He looked fit I cannot deny but I cannot let myself have feelings for him like that. “So give it up Mount where are we going. Dress nice. Get here for lunchtime. Passport and overnight bag. What is happening?” I know he could hear the anxiety in my voice and I watch him give me a little giggle and holds my hand in his. “Please stop worrying I promise you are going to love it. Just trust me okay” my heart drops at that last comment. “Well Mase the last time I trusted you I got cheated on” I can see that comment pissed him off. “Enough of the past that I cannot remember. Lets just live in the present, just for tonight please.” I nod giving in as there is no point keep bringing up the past that he doesn’t remember. “Okay Mase deal. Wherever we are going better be good as I am starving.”

Mason drove us to Manchester airport and we checked in through a private entrance and we were taken to a private lounge, it had some other couples there but I am guessing they all have some kind of status. I keep playing with coat as Mason knows I feel comfortable in situations like this, I hate being in places with people who have status it just makes me feel uncomfortable as I feel like a fraud as I am anything but people like this. Brittany would be the ideal girl to be taking to places like this then suddenly put the thought to the back of my mind as its making me feel worse. Mason kept rubbing the small of back to reassure me as I know he could tell I felt out of place, I wanted to push him away but I know it was only doing it because he cared. He disappeared for a couple of mins then reappeared with 2 mimosas in his hand passing me one “its never too early to drink on a date night” I giggle and take the drink from him quickly having a sip realising how strong it is “I definitely agree! Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?” He shakes his head and shoots me a wink “patience is key my beautiful girl”. He gives me butterflies in my stomach, I am now all of sudden feel nervous around him.

About an hour later and many drinks down a man comes over to where me and Mason are sitting, I can feel the alcohol has definitely gone straight to my head, maybe I should of eaten a little something before I came. “Mr Mount your plane is ready whenever you are” Mason nods and thanks him. I quickly shoot him a look “Did he just say plane? Mason you have not hired a whole bloody plane?!”

“Well you said to make sure its worth your while so I am pulling out all the stops. Now come on” he grabs both his and my weekend bags and I follow him to the terminal. I can see a small private plane on the run way and I am assuming this is for us. Mason did this for us on about our 5th date and I was completely gobsmacked, he always ensures he treats me, that was one of the things I loved most about Mason. I am easily pleased but he always made sure to treat me like a princess.

We chat the whole plane ride there, I am now starting to relax, I think the alcohol is helping the situation but I am starting to ease back into Mason it feels like old times. I am now just telling myself to enjoy tonight as we do not know what tomorrow holds so there is no point in arguing with Mason, I might as well enjoy the night.

We are now preparing for landing, we were only in the air for just over 2 hours but it felt like minutes as me and Mason non stopped chatted and laughed the whole time. “Are you going to let me know where we are now?” Mason finally gives in “Okay well you know when we first started talking and I asked you where you wanted to go for our first date and you said Pasta and Tiramisu from Italy.”

“I said that as a joke Mason” I quickly butted in.

“I know you were only joking but I was gutted I couldn’t actually do that for our first date due to footy commitments so… well… I thought it is the best setting for our kind of 1st date again”. My heart warms I cannot believe he has gone through this much effort. “I cannot believe you done this Mason like wow you didn’t need to.” Before I knew it I jumped across the seats and placed my hands either side of Mason’s face, I just stare into his eyes and then look down at his lips. I then give him a passionate kiss, he is returning the kiss straight away holding my hips, I do not know what came over me, I think it’s a mixture between my heart and some alcohol. I quickly pull away and go back to seat to prepare for landing. I can see the small cocky smirk that Mason is showing, is this his plan all along?

When we land Mason gets us a taxi to our hotel, the outside of the hotel is insane, its massive and so bright and colourful. As we walk inside the lobby is probably the size of my whole flat block, with massive colour chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. I am speechless just taking it all in, me and Mason have been to some nice places before but this has had to be the nicest. “Pass me your bag, stay here. I want you to see the room for the first time after dinner. Please.. unless you need to freshen up or anything?” I can tell he really wants to wow me but is still thinking about me the whole time. I give me a small smile “I am okay I freshened up on the plane before we landed thank you though” .

Mason gives me the biggest smile like he is so proud of himself, I cannot wait to see what this room looks like. It must be amazing with the way Mason is acting. I quickly sat down on the sofa and took a video of the lobby and send it to my friend. She is an architect so she would be in love with this. I see Mason come jogging through the lobby approaching me so I stand to greet him. “Right shall we go our reservation is at 7pm so right on time” I nod and link arms with Mason and let him lead me outside to another taxi to take us to the restaurant.

The taxi pulls outside a small Italian Trevena Mason comes round to my side of the car and helps me out, I am trying to steady my feet as maybes boots were a bad idea as I am started to feel a little drunk and I am struggling to keep my balance. Mason puts his hand on my back and guides me into the restaurant, he steps in front of me at the desk. “Good evening I have a reservation for Mason Mount for 2.” The man behind the counter looks on the system and confirms “Yes I can see it here Mr Mount we have arrange a table near the back for you as requested so you both can have your privacy. Right this way I will seat you at your table” we follow him to our table and Mason brings out my chair.

He is really getting me in my feels, we are sat at the back of the restaurant out the way with a little fireplace next to us. “This restaurant is amazing Mase how did you even find it?” I say in awe of how beautiful the scenery is. “well believe it or not its actually from Lewis. He came here a couple of months ago and said its incredible.”

“Well Lewis always did have an amazing taste in restaurants so I am sure this is going to be amazing” I smile, me and Mason just sit across from each other admiring each other. We are interrupted by the waiter taking our order. Once they walk away Mason places his hand in mine, “it was shit coming home and you weren’t there. It feels so empty without you” I quickly pull away as I can feel a lump in my throat “please Mase don’t start. Lets just enjoy tonight. No talking about this please”. Mason nods agreeing with me.

“That food was incredible” I saw leaning backwards trying to extend my stomach where I am so full, “having traditional pasta and tiramisu from Italy, no food is ever going to prepare!” Mason takes the last bite of his dessert “I am glad you enjoyed it. I cannot believe we have done 2 bottles of wine” I look over at the 2 empty bottles in disbelief “no way have we? Well our heads are probably going to pay for that in the morning. Its been an amazing night tonight Mason thank you. Its been just like old time I have really enjoyed it”.

Mason went to say something but we were interrupted by the waiter with the bill placing it on our table and explaining he will be back. “How much is it?” I ask concerned about the cost as I know I will never be able to afford a place like this on my office job wage. Mason shakes his head “don’t worry about it.” I feel a sense of guilt “mason you have paid for the plane and the hotel, this dinner is probably going to be expensive its not right if you have to pay for that too”

“You can get the next one” mason replies straight away. I feel a sense of relief knowing I haven’t got to pay as it would probably cost about a months rent but at the same time feel bad. As Mason pays the bill I explain that I am going to go the toilet. As I walk to the bathroom I can feel the alcohol hitting me. I look at myself in the mirror and all these feelings for Mason come flooding back, all of sudden all I can think about is him, I need him.. I need him now.

Mason is standing at the table as I return and he guides me out of the restaurant as we say thank you to the staff, we can see some paparazzi outside as we are leaving “shit sorry I picked this place as I thought it would be out the way. Fuck sake” I feel bad for Mason I know he hates all of this. I hold his hand in assurance he looks at me confused. “are you sure? They are going to make up stories” I look Mason in the eyes and place a small kiss to his lips “I am living for today Mase, I am enjoying tonight lets not worry about tomorrow”. Mason nods at me and I think I see a small smile on his face. He takes of his coat and places it over me to block my face from the cameras. This was a usual occurrence for me and Mason, he always made sure I was protected from them.

We quickly walk to the car ignoring the flashes and once we are in the car I do not know what came over me. I am not sure if its how protective Mason is of me or the alcohol or maybe a little bit of both but I forget that we are and I pounce on Mason.

I place one hand on his thigh and the other onto his cheek as I place a kiss, I pull away waiting for his reaction but he grabs me closer and deepens the kiss. It’s a urgent kiss as we are both fighting for air. I can feel his hand on my thigh which is urging me on more. We both explore each other bodies, and the memories of him flood me again.

We break apart to get out the taxi and through the hotel, as soon as we are in the lift Mason swipes a card and picks the top floor. As soon as the door closes we are attached again, Mason pushes me up against the wall and places his hands on my bum whilst we deepen the kiss, our tongues exploring eachothers months. I pull my fingers through his hair and hear the sound moans coming out of his mouth.

The lift dings notifying us that we are at our floor, Mason backs away and leads me out of the lift. I stood still in my tracks as I realise the lift opens straight into the room. It’s a penthouse suite, the room is bigger then my whole flat. Its got a queen size poster bed on one side of the room where on the other there is a whole living room set up. That’s when I see there is a bath in the middle of the room that looks out over the city. “Wow this room is amazing, its so beautiful Mason I am speechless I do not know what to say. Just thank you” Mason places another kiss to my lips before he replies “believe me nothing beats the way you look tonight” . Mason was never short of compliments and he always makes me feel amazing even when I do not feel it.

I do not even know what to reply, but before I know it out lips are together again. He is quick to take his shirt and jeans off just leaving him in his boxers. I just stand there for a minute admiring him “you should take a photo it will last longer” Mason says when he catches me staring, I giggle back “I used to have those photos, believe me you are like the sexiest man I have ever met”. I see Mason blush and his hands are back on me. He starts grabbing my ass with one hand whilst the other is in my hair gripping it. I can feel he slowly unzipping my dress, I can feel him struggling “do you want me to turn around?” I saw giggling, Mason rolls his eyes “Yes please” he says with the hump.

I quickly turn around and place my hair to one side, he leaves a trail of kisses along my shoulder as he unzips my dress. I am glad I opted into not wearing a bra, so he just leaves me in my small black thong. I turn around so I face Mason, I can see his eyes looking over my body, and now I suddenly feel vert self conscious. I try to hide myself a little, Mason grabs my hands “don’t do that. You have the most incredible body”. I can feel myself blushing. He kisses me again as he plays with my nipple between his fingers, I cannot stop the moaning that is coming out of my mouth which is urging Mason on more.

He quickly picks me up by the ass and places me on the bed. He quickly climbs on top of me resting his hands either side of my head ensuring he doesn’t put too much weight on me. Mason looks me over and I can see the bulge in his boxers urging to get out “Fuck me, you are the most incredible women in the world baby girl” I move my hand to his boxers and slide my hand underneath to get to where Mason needs me most. Mason moans at the sudden touch, I start to make movement “uh y/n that feels so fucking good to have your hand wrapped around my cock” Mason quickly removes his boxers to give me more access to his dick so I can make longer strokes. As I play with his dick Mason is on my nipples, teasing and sucking them and then moving onto the next one to do the same “Mason your mouth is incredible”. He gives me a cocky smile “you wanna see what this mouth can actually do?”

Mason doesn’t even wait for my reply before he is kissing all the way over my body, I cannot control my whimpers and I can feel myself getting wet at the anticipation about what is going to happen next. He positions himself inbetween my thighs and begins to lower my thong with his teeth. He looks at my pussy and straight back up at me and he can tell I am dripping, he was always so cocky when we have sex, he loves what he can do to me. Mason without warning makes one long stride with his tongue against my pussy, my hands go straight to his hair “fuck Mason” I can feel him smiling against me as he continues his licks and sucks, he then puts his focus on my clit and I do not know how much longer I can hold it. I can feel my stomach clenching. Mason then inserts 2 fingers into me whilst his tongue works on my clit. “fuck Mason I don’t think I can hold it” I can hear him hum into me “don’t hold it babygirl I want you to cum all over my tongue” he continues that pace which has me cumming in a couple of minutes as I unfold screaming his name as I have one hand in his hair tucking away and the other holding onto the bedframe.

“I love when you scream my name” Mason says as he crawls up, he continues to kiss me which I can taste my cum on his tongue. “I think its your turn superstar” Mason still continues to kiss me but I pull away to start kissing his neck, I can feel myself getting too excited and probably leaving a hickey but Mason is continuing to moan into my neck which is encouraging me more. As I pull away I look into Mason’s eyes “I need that cock in my mouth” I slide my hand down Mason’s body and grab his cock again and start pumping.

“Y/n/n you have no idea what you are doing to me! I would love that but I just need to be inside you right now” I let go of his dick so he can give himself a quick couple of pumps and lines himself up with you. “For me this feels like yesterday but for you this must feel like its been forever.” I can feel my heart break at that comment but right now I am too turned on to let it affect me. Mason pushes himself inside me and gives me a couple of mins to adjust to his size. “You can move Mase, please I need you to ruin me”.

He hoovers over me “you don’t have to tell me twice baby” he grabs my hips as he starts to pick up a rhythm “have I ever told you.. your pussy is out of this world” mason says panting, “You have told me on many occasions yes but its always good to hear because believe me your dick is incredible” this seems to give Mason more fuel as the pace starts to get harder and quicker. We both moaning eachothers names and how good we making eachother. I can feel his hands all over my body as mine is doing the same to him. He thrusts are starting to get sloppy and I can feel he is nearing his orgasm. “I want to feel you cum all over my dick, be a good girl for me and cum all over me” with his words I can feel myself needing to cum as well. Mason reaches down and uses his thumb to make circles on my clit which is driving me insane, I cannot hold of moans in which I am worried other people can hear. Mason always loved when I am loud. “uh Mason like that I am g-g-onna” and with that I unravel onto his dick and the feel of me cumming Mason uses this to reach his high as well, he quickly pulls out and cums all over my stomach. He flops next to me as we both lay there staring at the ceiling catching our breathes.

“T-T-hat was a-amazing, y-y are i-Incredible“ I say panting, Mason flops over so he is on his stomach and draws lines in my arm. “I am only incredible because you make me incredible” I giggle at him as I can feel the butterflies in my stomach. We haven’t been this intimate in a long time, but the problem is he cannot remember the distance.

“Did you want to have a bath overlooking the city to clean up?” I agree and Mason runs us a bath and opens the French doors to the balcony so there is a small breeze which we both sit in the round bath probably big enough to fit 6 people whilst we overlook the lights of the city.

We lay in the bath looking out over the city, I have never seen anything more perfect. Mason turns me around so I am facing him. “Can I ask you something.. you don’t have to answer just something that’s been on my mind. You know since we broke up have you seen anymore? Have you.. you know.. slept with anyone else?” I can tell he is nervous to ask this of course if he remembers I would say the same thing, I know about Brittany but was there any other girls? I grab Mason’s face between my hands and place a long passionate kiss onto his lips. “No.. no other guys. You are my entire world Mason, I couldn’t even think about dating another guy let alone sleeping with anyone else. Even though you moved on I couldn’t think of another man I would of felt like I was cheating on you”.

Mason’s face is still between my hands and he pulls me closer to return the kiss, as he pulls away I see him smile “you are incredible you know that why did I ever fuck it up”.

I stretch my body out realising Mason is not next to me, as I slowly open my eyes I let it adjust to the bright light that it radiating the room from the outside world. My body aches as I relive round 2 and 3 that occurred last night, I quickly look over and see Mason sitting on the chair at the table in the corner of the room. His head is down like he is stressed. “What time is it?” I asked I feel like I have slept for hours and with the amount of light coming into the room it must be later then I think. “Its 11 we gotta get up and go soon” his voice is low and raspy and I am confused at his bluntness. “Whats up?” I go wrap the hotel robe over my body and go and join in at the table.

Mason looks at me, I can see his eyes are red and puffy he looks stressed and upset. I am really worried. “I-I-I remember” I look at him confused “You remember what?” he looks down trying not to make eye contact with me. “I remember everything.. I woke up this morning and it all came back. E-E-Everything. Y/n/n I am so sorry” he then breaks and starts to cry. I want to console him but then I need to stop myself, we are back to reality again, we are back to the guy that cheated on me. “There was a news article released this morning, it showed pictures of us last night of when we left the restaurant. Brittany has already been on the phone screwing at me, my family are all asking me why me and you are in Italy and then everything just came flooding back. Back to reality all over again”. All I want is to jump across the table and wrap Mason in my arms but I need to be strong, he isn’t the guy from last night he is now the one who broke my heart, the one who cheated and tore our relationship.

“We best start getting ready” is all I can say quickly getting into the shower and packing up my things. The whole journey home me and Mason sat in silence it was the longest trip of my life. As soon as we pulled back into the driveway, my car now coming into view. I quickly grab my bag out the back and make my way to my car. “Y/n wait!” Mason stops me “Last night was amazing, I know you went with the guy who didn’t remember but please it must of meant something. You are the love of my life y/n. I cannot let you go again.” I start to reply but I can only let a breath out. “I-I cannot do this right now Mase” I quickly get in the car and start driving away. I can see him in the review mirror disappearing as I am make the journey home.

Its been a couple of weeks since our Italy date, Mason hasn’t attempted to message or call which has been nice that he has given me my space but I would be lying if I didn’t say I missed him. I tried to get on with my life but all I can think about was our date I know deep down no one will ever compare to Mason. Part of me wishes I never went on that date but it was so incredible I will hold that memory forever, it helped Mason get his memory back but right now I am not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

I am sat at work when my phone rings I am shocked to see Lewis ringing my phone, out of everyone I expected to see on my phone he definitely wasn’t one of them. I quickly excuse myself and answer the phone “Hey y/n, long time no speak how are you?” I am really not sure how to answer.

“Yeah I am good Lew how are you? Is everything okay? Just you are the last person I expected to see on my phone we haven’t spoken since and Mason broke up”.

“Yeah I know I am sorry about that. I know he was the one that fucked up but still hard to see my baby bro so broken you know. Honestly though y/n I was gutted about the breakup out of all the girls you have always been my favourite. I know people struggled as you were not famous and about your intentions at all but honestly I could see how much you loved him, and you made him so happy”.

It was hard for me to hear all of this, but I always got on well with Lewis. “thanks Lew that means a lot. Is everything okay though?”

“Yeah everything is okay, I just wanted to say thank you. After everything Mason put you through you still dropped everything to come and see in hospital and agreed to go on that date which brought his memory back so our family just wanted to thank you.”

“Its fine honestly I care for Mason a lot, I would of hated myself if I didn’t go. Plus that restaurant you recommended was 10/10”.

“Yeah I did say to Mason I thought you would love it. Look I know you have probably heard this speech before but-“

“Look Lew let me stop you right there because I know what you are going to say-“

“Please y/n just let me finish. Okay Mase is a mess without you. He broke up with that Brittany bitch which I was so relieved for, we could tell she was only using him for the fame. I understand he fucked up and I am not asking for you to get back with him but could you just try and be friends? He said he didn’t message you since you guys got back as everytime he messaged you, you ignore him and it breaks him all over again. I am his big brother so I gotta ask, its just he was always stronger when he was with you”.

“I don’t k-k-know, I love him so much I just cannot let myself get hurt again but because its you I promise I will think about our conversation okay”

“That’s all I ask thank you y/n. Mason was so stupid letting you go. Take care”

I reply a “You too” and then I cut the call. Now my mind is all over the place. I have no idea what to do. I quickly ring my boss and explain that I have a family emergency and explain that I got to go. Before I know it I am on my way to Manchester.

As I approach Mason’s door I go to knock then turn around, I then bring myself to knock again but stop before I do the action. What am I doing here? I turn around to walk back to the car when the door opens. “Y/n?” He must of saw me on the ring door bell.

“Sorry I don’t actually know why I am here.” I stand there staring at him. My mind is going 100 miles per hour I cannot think straight.

“Did you want to come in?” Mason moves to the side offering me inside.

“I don’t know” I continue to stand still just staring at Mason. Mason giggles.

“Well okay, I will leave the door open if you want to come in you are more then welcome.” Mason walks away and I can see him making his way into the living room. I shortly follow him in and shut the door. I slowly walk into the living room and sit down on the sofa opposite him.

“You decided to come inside, good choice” I can tell his he being cocky, I am not sure if this is to cover up his anxiousness though.

“Your brother called me-“ I start but Mason quickly replies.

“I know sorry I didn’t know he was going to do that. I promise I didn’t ask him to. I just confided in him last night. Told him how much I fucked up, and that the date the other week was the first time I have felt myself since the break up. I am sorry he shouldn’t of rung you”.

“Its okay I am glad he did, I still care about you Mason. I am sorry you are struggling”.

“Its okay it was my own fault. I really cannot hate myself anymore then I do right now. I broke up with Brittany by the way”.

“Yeah I know Lewis said, but please stop beating yourself up about what happened. Its in the past there is no point you focusing your whole life on it.”

“You are my whole life y/n and I let you go over one stupid fight. I fucked my entire life, my entire future over one fucking silly night”.

“Mason stop come on” At this point I have now moved closer and let him cry into me. “Please stop crying.”

“Sorry I don’t want you to think I am manipulating you or anything I am just a mess”

“I am came here mase, you didn’t force me here so you are not manipulating me. I am surprised you even know what manipulating means.” And I can see both of us giggle

“You are not funny” Mason said wiping his eyes

“I am a little” Me and Mason just sit there in silence staring at eachother. Its weird to think that only a couple of weeks ago we were sat having dinner with not a care on the world and now it feels like we got the weight of it all on our shoulders.

“Y/n why did you come?”

“Honestly I don’t know. Your brother said a lot of stuff that made me realise how good we were together but I just cannot forget that night. You shattered me, I am still picking up the pieces”.

“I know baby I know, honestly if you give me a chance we can go back to the good and I promise I will spend every day making it up to you. I will never let you feel that way ever again”.

“I am just so conflicted Mase because my heart is screaming to take you back but my head is telling me to remember how you hurt me.”

“I know I hurt you y/n I know but please I will spend everyday showing you that I am worthy of your love”.

I do not reply to Mason as I have no words I learn across the sofa and place my lips onto his, he continues to kiss me back. “Does that mean you take me back?”

“This means we will see how things go. We start from the beginning again. No pressure, no expectation we just see how it goes. You were the best thing that ever happened to me I guess I should allow myself to give it a chance.”

Mason gives me the biggest smile and continues to hug me. “Who would of known that Amnesia would of brought us together”.

I smirked at him “Well at this rate we could think that you faked the Amnesia to win me back”. I wink at him.

“Believe me baby girl if I faked it, I would of faked it a long time ago to get you back. Now come on I got a lot of making up to do” Mason said carrying me bridal style to the bedroom for a night of Mason winning me back.

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The Blessing to Your Curse - Part 1 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

Hey y’all I’m back again so soon with another fic, Sukuna’s lover reincarnation (whatever you call it) has me in a chokehold right now and I thought I’d share this with the world. Would like to warn you there is a lot of strange jumping around/pov changes which are indicated by the change in pronouns, I would mark each change but it would get a bit messy after a while so I hope it’s not too hard to follow! ^-^

Reader’s powers involve something I like to call ‘blessed energy’ which is the opposite to cursed energy and is mostly used for healing (reverse blessed energy is used to harm in the same way reverse CE is used to heal) and it’s something I created to use with my writings in the JJK universe. (sometimes I write it a little op because im a self-indulgent piece of shit so for most of what I post I’ll probably dial it back if I use it hehe) The reader has a similar situation to Maki/Mai (MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD) where one twin is restricted and the other has all the energy, and when the one with the energy dies the living twin gains all the power, so I hope that makes sense in context of the story

(PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO SEND A REQUEST!!!! I'M ALWAYS IN NEED OF NEW PROMPTS AND CHARACTERS TO GO WITH THEM ❤)(I have a post which outlines characters I mostly write for but I'm open to adding to that list!!)

Warnings: mild description of mutilation (sukuna’s transformation), main character death (not described), fluff

Word count: 2.4k

“Ryomen!” You laugh, trying to keep a few steps ahead of the young man who chases after you. Your legs tire easily, body frail and sick despite the immense power flowing through your veins. “I’m coming for you!” He growls playfully, “Better run!” He’s holding back from his top speed, this you know well, but you refuse to let that stop you from trying to keep up with his childish play. Still young, 16 and 17 with him being the older one, you insist that you would rather spend the rest of your life here with him than being shepherded around in the village like a priestess.

This is your only escape from the temple on the hill, only solitude, your time with Ryomen Sukuna is precious and you treat it as such, thinking only of him and his rare smiles. You refuse to let the village’s words taint your view of him, as powerful as he is with his cursed energy there is good in him and you seek to nurture it, for both simple selfish gain and so he doesn’t turn on everyone like they did him. You reach the treeline and race out into the meadow, the grass tall and soft around your waist having stripped down from your daily ceremonial robes into just modest loose undergarments.

He does eventually catch up near the middle of the meadow, springing out of the grass and tackling you to the ground, making sure to roll so you land on top of him and he takes the full force of the fall. The last time you returned to the village after a long day of simple play with bruises and scrapes you weren’t allowed to leave the village for a few weeks.

He’s grown quite a lot larger than you during his time in exile, to be expected when you have to fend for yourself against wild animals and build your own shelter, “You’re getting stronger every day,” You smile, pushing yourself off him and laying in the grass, staring up at the beautiful pink of the sunset. “Well I have to, to be able protect you, I’m not the only thing out there you know,” He says, his tone almost too blasé for what he’s implying. You tilt your head and trace the lines of his tattoos with your eyes, “I know you’re not, but you’re not a thing to me Ryomen,” You murmur, “Please, you’re the closest thing I have to a friend, you’ve always been human to me,”

He meets your gaze, his eyes used to be brown, but the red no longer worries you like it used to, “One day I’ll get you out of that village,” He says softly, his words for your ears and the rustling grass only, “I will take you far away from here and we can live somewhere untouched by the rest of the world,” You sit up, looking down at him as you hug your knees to your chest, “I’d like that,” You say, smiling, “Just the two of us,” Nothing could touch you while you were together, the world stood still for you, not even the scathing remarks you sometimes got from the other young girls of the village could hurt you.

The world is volatile, things can change so quickly. Curses are still so new to the world of humans, sorcerers that act as protectors are only just starting to appear among humans and spread themselves between villages when the day finally comes. The wave of hatred and anguish that came with the curses suffocated everything in its path. You were outside the village when it happened, returning from a visit with Sukuna, and you returned to find nothing but death and destruction. More than half of the village had been killed with no discrimination towards age or gender, and it only soothed you a little to see your old family home empty when you wrenched the door open. No blood nor bodies of any kind. Your parents and sister had made it out alive, but the temple atop the hill that you resided in was completely engulfed.

You weren’t naïve, you did not attempt to return to the temple, but they came for you all the same because your energy was like a beacon for them, and they were programmed to destroy. Running with Ryomen had improved your strength over the time you spent together, you supposed that was one of the ways he took care of you in his silent brooding way, but it wasn’t enough to get you all the way to him. He must have sensed your fear as you grew nearer, your breaths shallow and your chest tight, his eyes are the last thing you remember seeing before your soul was harshly liberated from your flesh.

The smell of blood permeated through layers of warmth that held you in suspension beyond life, but you felt yourself being dragged back to the ground, standing over your own body as you watch the only person outside of your immediate family who ever truly cared for you cry. You had never seen him cry before, it was cathartic to know even he still felt human somewhere inside while holding your weak broken body to his bare tattooed chest.

You felt his cursed energy filling the air like smoke, almost able to see it in the purgatory state you’re trapped in, his body shaking and his muscles twitching. It was like watching someone turn themselves inside out when it finally happened, his body began changing before your eyes, an extra pair of arms sprout from the top of his ribcage just under the normal ones. His face contorts with an agonized cry and one half becomes unrecognisable, the flesh pink and hardened into some sort of twisted mask, and to finish the monstrous transformation a second pair of eyes open under his regular ones.

Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as he cradles you, you hear him make one last promise, one that locks around what remains of your essence like chains and puts you into a deep sleep. “I will burn this world for taking you from me, I will become the King of Curses, and when you are reborn I shall make you remember, make you my Queen, I will bind myself to you to protect you,” It’s the final part that reassures you he isn’t losing himself as the darkness consumes you, “When I find you, the world will be right once again,”

Now it had been over a thousand years since the light in Sukuna’s life had gone out, reducing him to a killing machine that punished the world for snuffing it out, and he had returned once more in the body of a naive 15 year old boy with pink hair. Having been preserved as twenty separate cursed objects since his untimely death he was eager to resume his self-assigned purge, but the boy had more control over his body than Sukuna could break through, leaving him trapped within his innate domain watching through Yuji Itadori’s eyes like they’re windows.

“I had to do it at least once,” He grumbles to himself as the boy sits up, stark naked, on the morgue table, surprising the three sorcerers in the room with the formerly dead boy. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Yuji, come,” Gojo instructs as the boy slips on some clothes handed to him. “Another sorcerer?” He asks. “You’ll see when we get there,” The taller man beckons him and they make their way to a house on the furthest outskirts of the Jujutsu high campus, small in size and surrounded by forest on all sides except for the path leading up to the entrance.

A fire burns in the chimney and the house is warm when the pair steps inside, “L/n!” Gojo calls out. Sukuna’s attention is elsewhere as around the corner down the hall out walks a pure angel, her energy blinding and her form strong. “Gojo!” She smiles, “Who’s this?” “This is Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel,” She bows politely, “Welcome to my home,” She looks back up into Yuji’s eyes as he smiles, “It’s nice to meet you!”

“Enchain!” Sukuna shouts, and suddenly he’s thrown violently to the forefront of Yuji’s mind. His trump card, wasted. He hadn’t considered the potential consequences, it had been instinctual and foolish of him. The girl didn’t know who he was, but he wanted to speak to her all the same. He would make her know. He cannot stumble, he cannot falter, not when she’s right there and all he has to do is show her, “Y/n,” He murmurs. “That’s not Yuji,” She frowns, her voice soft, “That’s-” Before the two can react Sukuna is on his knees before her, holding her hands in his and hiding against her soft clothing. “I’ve…” Gojo trails off, “I’ve never seen that before,” The girl doesn’t let him go, and he feels her power reach into him, feeling around in the darkest parts of his soul, “My Queen,” He mutters, feeling the metaphysical chains around his heart tighten, “Please, remember,”

A fast surge of energy from Gojo causes the man on his knees before you to react just as quickly, pulling you tighter against him and then seemingly teleporting out the open door into the clearing, “It’s rude to attack ROYALTY!” He roars as Gojo steps out the door after the pair of you. Sukuna has planted himself firmly between the two of you, “You sorcerers never learn manners!” Something happens when your skin next touches his, his hand shooting out to catch you by your wrist as you fail to keep your balance.

A flood of memories that don’t belong to you, in fact, ones that belong to him. You see yourself, weak and frail but smiling widely, Sukuna as he is in front of you now not as he is described in sorcerer texts. A regular human man with an abnormal amount of tattoos, fiercely protective and full of love for the only person who still sees him as human. You vaguely feel yourself fall to your knees as everything from the day he was exiled to the day you died returned to your mind. You knew that despite the life you had lived for twenty years, you were in fact over a thousand years old.

This wasn’t your life, this wasn’t your body, it was hers, but you are her. You can feel the chains, too, the ones he put there the day you died to ensure that you would return. “The world took her from me, and the world paid the price, now BACK OFF!” His words shake you out of your visions, his hand still clutching your wrist as your head hangs weakly.

“Come now, Sukuna, taking hostages isn’t your style, you know that,” Gojo bargains, “Let her go, and we can fight like men,” You shake your head, “No,” You murmur, “No, Gojo,” You finally look up into his eyes, slightly uncovered as he prepares to fight, “He’s right, I know who I am, I know where my clan comes from,” He doesn’t make a move towards you and you take the opportunity to speak again, “My mother was blessed, her child would calm the beast, but she had two and one was weak in body strong in energy, the other was lacking in energy but strong of body,” Your sister had been the one the clan records mentioned, nobody remembered the girl who died alone in Ryomen Sukuna’s arms.

“I am the Queen to Ryomen Sukuna’s King,” You breathe, feeling his grip on your wrist go lax. His energy dies away and he falls to his hands and knees, but the tattoos are gone. “Yuji!” Gojo’s shoulders finally relax and he recovers his eyes, “What happened? How did he get through?” “Don’t ignore me, Satoru,” You state firmly, “Sukuna will not be a threat while I am alive,” “Can you guarantee that?” He’s always been intimidating, but this man was a part of your training as a sorcerer, and he can be rational when he wants to be.

“You’re an imbecile if you think I’m going to go back on a binding vow,” Sukuna spits from Yuji’s cheek, the boy not even having a chance to get a word in, “She is the only thing in this forsaken world I care about and you’re not about to take that away from me just so you can pretend like you’re the saviour of humanity,” You don’t remember ever being as harsh as Sukuna is right now, but his rage fills you with confidence and admiration, “I can guarantee humans will not fall as long as I am alive, his vow makes sure of it, though I’m sure he would not need it either way,”

The secondary eye on Yuji’s cheek closest to you locks its gaze onto you, “Ever so cunning, I wish I’d had the chance to nurture your hatred towards the village, maybe you’d be more open to killing,” He sounds almost wistful, “But alas, I did make a promise, and I intend to keep it, no matter how idiotic I think you sorcerers are,” You finally move to stand back on your feet, helping Yuji up with a tentative smile, “It’s nice to meet you Itadori,” You murmur, “I’m sorry you have to listen to that punk, you come to me if he gives you trouble alright?” The boy nods, his previously cheery demeanour replaced with something mellower and he seems deep in thought as he looks into your eyes.

“He really loves you,” He murmurs in disbelief, “I didn’t… I didn’t think he was truly capable of love, after what he did to me,” You shrug, “It’ll make sense one day, but I’ll let him be the one who opens up, it’s not my place to air out thousand year old dirty laundry with people who are long dead anyway,” Your words hang in the air as Gojo finally sighs. The discussion and conclusion are finalised when he leaves, Yuji will live with you and you will suppress Sukuna’s energy. You will keep the world safe by preserving your life, lest another binding vow come down upon your departing soul and the King of curses be forced to unleash his merciless fury once more.

Sukuna is a little shit and out of character because it’s my fic and I get to write the male love interest however I want (I tried besties :( I don’t like mean Sukuna but I do love “I hate everyone but you” so that’s what you get) also I wrote this instead of sleeping at 2am, the brainrot is real and this will probably end up being a series because I can’t control myself

Part 2 here!

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kingofpopmj · 1 year ago

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Can’t Go On Without You By My Side

Summary: You visit your boyfriend of two years on his BAD world tour. The excitement of witnessing him perform live is quickly tainted the moment she walks in.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Requested: no

*Y/N's POV*

Michael and I were finally able to plan for me to visit him on tour. I was lucky enough to get a week and a half off of work and we were determined to make the most of it. Michael had insisted on picking me up from the airport even though he was technically supposed to be at the venue. We arrived about ten minutes after the show was scheduled to begin, but thankfully, no one called us out on it.

I stood off to the side, watching Michael completely own the stage. The way he mastered his onstage persona was breathtaking. His smile was so bright. I took a moment to discreetly admire his outfit, clinging to his body tighter with each passing song.

“He’s sexy, isn’t he?” A breathy voice sounded from beside me, interrupting my silent gawking. I guess I wasn't being as discreet as I thought.

“Um—” I looked to my left, making eye contact with a very tall woman. She was beautiful. A tight black dress clung to her body so tight it almost looked painted on. I know exactly who this is.

“The correct answer is yes. He can do it all, if you know what I mean.” My hands clenched into fists with such force I could feel my rings digging into my skin. “He’s absolutely the sexiest man alive. I’m so exhausted, he kept me up all night this past week. That's not a complaint by the way. He is so worth it.”

I couldn’t put together enough words to form a complete sentence. Quite frankly, all my focus was on holding myself back. I couldn’t catch a case right now. Michael might be cheating on me and this woman is certainly a whore. That was that. I couldn’t change fact. If I went off and beat the living shit out of some groupie it would ruin the rest of my life. I couldn’t let the anger control my behavior. He betrayed me, but I refuse to let him see how much it really broke me.

“I’m so sorry, I get all misty watching him. Don’t we all?” She laughed, squeezing my shoulder, little did she know she was dangerously close to losing those boney little fingers. “My name is Tatiana, and you are?” She held out her hand, batting her eyelashes so hard I thought she’d fly away. At least I hoped she would. Maybe over a large body of water, perhaps shark infested waters.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” She let out an exaggerated gasp, slapping her palm against her mouth.

“You’re the girlfriend! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.” She quickly ran off leaving me standing there alone with this feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t describe.

I glanced around the immediate area, seeing no one else near me felt worse somehow. I don't know many people here other than Michael. I became distracted as he sang Rock With You, little did he know he was moments away from getting rocked. Y/N, no, stop. I release the tension in my hands, shaking it off, trying to let go of the violent thoughts swirling in my mind. Besides how therapeutic it was right now, it wasn’t productive. I need some air, a drink, a hitman? No. Air, I need air.

The clicks of my heels echoed through the halls as I headed towards an unknown destination. I'm probably lost, but that’s a problem for future Y/N.

*Michael's POV*

As Rock With You came to an end, I noticed Y/N disappear behind the curtain. Exactly, two songs have gone by since then and still no sign of her. During the brief outfit change after Thriller, before intermission, I notice Greg, my music director mouthing something to me.

"What?" I mouthed back, scratching my forehead. He's terrible at this.

"Your girl." Okay, I got that. I nodded, shrugging slightly as if to say and what about her.

"Mad."

I couldn’t play charades any longer, as the lights dimmed and the band took over the stage I snuck behind the large equipment to get closer to him.

"What happened?"

"I saw Tatiana talking to her. She did not look too happy after that brother."

I nodded slowly, processing his words before walking off. I should be taking advantage of my break, but I couldn’t relax not knowing where my girlfriend was.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you. What are you doing all the way back here?”

"Nothing I just needed some air." She said lowly, avoiding my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I moved towards her, cupping her face in my hands. The look in her eyes answering my question, but I wanted to hear it from her.

"Yeah, well, no, but it can wait until after the show."

"Are you sure?" I asked and she nodded in response. "Now, can you please come back with me? I perform better knowing my beautiful woman is watching me."

She accompanied me as I changed into my next outfit. She helped me slip into my coat, but my excitement was short lived, because I could sense her sadness. What is going on?

"I love you, baby." I watched closely as she struggled with her response, she began biting on her bottom lip, her eyes growing glossy. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Her voice cracked and she quickly turned away from me.

"I know you Y/N. You're hurting and I'd like to know what's going on so I can help."

"S—She—" Y/N broke down right, her body was shivering as she tried to compose herself. I felt less than helpless.

"Who?" I tried comforting her, but she brushed me off, moving away from me all together.

A quick knock on the door, signaling that intermission was coming to a close and I needed to get back out there.

"I'll let them know I need more time. I'll be right back."

"No!"

"You're crying. Y/N, baby, I'm not leaving you."

"I'm alright. Please, can we just talk about this later?"

I didn't want to agree, but she wasn't asking, she was practically begging. I intertwined our fingers, keeping her close as I weaved my way through the backstage area.

"Please, stand here and watch the rest of the show. It would mean the world to me." I smiled at her and kissed her temple as I hugged her.

"I'll be right here." She reaffirmed my confidence. Then, she grabbed my collar, pulling me into her lips. Her tongue was pure magic. Normally, I'd be embarrassed about public affection, but with the way I'm feeling, I'd love to feel every inch of her right here, right now. I didn't care who was watching.

She pulled away and I desperately chased her lips as she giggled at my neediness.

"You have to go."

"There is no way I'm leaving your side after that."

"You don't have a choice."

"I will be back. Very, very soon."

*Y/N's POV*

I watched the second half of Michael's concert the way I should've watched the first half. I enjoyed myself dancing and singing along to my man's voice. What Tatiana said hurt me, but I felt so foolish when I thought logically again. Michael isn't that type of person. I didn't need to talk to him about this, because once the anger and hurt wore off I was able to come to a conclusion on my own. She's lying. She has to be.

"You're still here?" This damn witch. "I'd be halfway home by now if I found out my boyfriend stepped out on me."

There was so much I wanted to say, but I chose to let her words go in one ear and out the other. The last thing I want to do is let her know she ever got to me.

"Well, that's my cue. Enjoy the show." She winked, walking pass me and flipping her hair.

I was forced to watch as Tatiana strutted across the stage with my boyfriend chasing after her. This was one of my favorite songs and now I couldn’t even enjoy it. I felt my blood begin to boil as she shamelessly flirted with him in front of the crowd of thousands.

She was getting closer and closer to him. She was doing this on purpose and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Why is this song so long all of the sudden?

"What the hell is she doing?" I heard Frank DiLeo grumble from behind me. I jumped a bit at his tone, but tried to play it off.

"Everything okay?" I asked softy.

"Hey darling, yeah she was supposed— what the hell! Get her off the damn stage! Now!"

I turned my attention back to the stage and I wished more than anything I wouldn’t have done that. I tried to blink as if that would change the view, but it didn’t.

I was stuck in that horrible moment as the worst thing I could imagine was confirmed. I had a front row seat to my own humiliation and I had no idea how to escape.

Before I knew it, she was walking towards me. "So happy you could be here to see what a real power couple looks like." She stopped in front of me, crossing her arms. "Sorry honey, he's moved on to bigger and better things."

I felt my cheeks heat up as I became uncomfortably aware of how many eyes were on us.

"Tatiana, that's enough. Get away from her." Frank shouted, shooing her away like a toddler.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

We stood in silence as Man in the Mirror blasted through the speakers. It wasn't until Michael's long passionate goodbye to his fans, wrapping up the concert that Frank slung his arm around my shoulder.

"Darling, you know she's full of it right?"

"I'm not sure."

"Michael and I have to take care of some business. I won't keep him too long and I'll send him your way after."

I knew that was his way of telling me it was private business that I couldn’t be around for. I hugged him before heading off, I wasn't really sure where I was going, but walking felt better than sitting with my thoughts.

"Baby! I'm so sorry. Frank told me what happened after—"

“I need to get out of here before I do something I regret.” Michael reached out, taking a firm hold of my hand, he pulled me down a short hallway and into his dressing room.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” He finally spoke, shutting the door behind him.

“You’re sorry I had to see it?”

“Yes.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Y/N—”

“Does that mean you do it often?”

“No, that’s not—”

“You go around kissing other people when I’m not around?”

“Y/N, I’ve never—”

“I know they’re everywhere, throwing themselves at you, but I never thought you let them get to you.”

“Stop!”

“What!”

“I’ve never cheated on you!” He shouted in a tone I had never heard before, the look of pain present in his eyes. Shit.

“That’s not what people are saying.” I muttered, suddenly I felt so guilty.

“People? What people?”

“Who do you think! She said you two—”

“That’s a lie! I only see her during performances. That’s it. Y/N, I would never do that to you.”

“How am I supposed to believe you after that? She kissed you and you let her.”

“No, no, no! I didn’t let her! I wasn’t even paying attention to her. When I’m on stage, I’m there to perform. Why would I spend weeks planning for your visit just to betray you?”

“She was so awful to me, the things she said, then, she went out there and—”

“Got herself fired.”

“Michael, I’m pissed, but I’ll get over it. I don’t want this to affect business. You don’t have to fire her.”

“I already did.”

“Michael—”

“I only want to work with people who respect me and my loved ones. She won’t be missed. I don’t care to have people around me that I can’t trust.”

“I’m sorry I yelled. I’m so sorry I accused you of—” Michael shut me up, gripping my hips, pressing my body against his and kissing me sloppily. His hand claiming a possessive hold of the back of my neck, deepening his touch.

"I love you." he spoke into my mouth, his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I felt myself tremble as his fingers explored my inner thigh, pushing up my skirt to give himself more access.

"I love you." I said, slipping my fingers around his belt buckle. He smiled knowingly, pushing me back, my ass collided with the counter and I felt myself crumble at his roughness. The cold countertop causing me to let out a moan. He pulled away for a moment, reaching behind me and clearing off the counter in one swift movement. "Such a gentleman." I purred in his ear as he picked me up.

"Only for you." A smirk on his face as the sound of nylon tearing filled my ears. "I love how sexy these look on you. I'll have to replace them." His long fingers slipping pass the freshly shredded fabric of my panties and teasing me one finger at a time. He watched as my head leaned back onto the mirrored wall, he chuckled as I struggled to find something to grab onto.

"Michael!" I was fighting to breath feeling him knuckle deep inside of me, hitting the right spot. "Fuck! Deeper!" I begged for more. Contrary to my needy cries, he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty as he unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. I took this opportunity to tear his shirt off, throwing it across the room.

Michael pushed my legs apart, admiring how much I yearned for him, he slowly pulled me towards him with a strong grip on my legs. My bare ass slide across the counter painfully slow until I finally felt his hard tip press against my entrance.

"Always so wet and ready for me." He slammed into me, giving me no time to adjust which threw me further over the edge.

"Harder!" I yelled as he pounded into me with such intensity I swear I could feel him rearranging my guts.

"Baby, I want to cum inside of you." His voice smooth, making me even more wet.

"Please!" The walls were shaking as we continued to devour one another.

"You're fucking perfect." He whispered against the bare skin of my chest, I felt him everywhere. My eyes rolled back as his dick massaged all the right places.

Suddenly, the door swung open violently, causing me to panic and try to cover my exposed chest, but Michael stopped me. He grabbed my wrists trapping them behind my back in on of his hands as he increased his speed again. My moans escaped my throat against my will as tears of pleasure rolled down my cheeks. At this point, my entire body was shaking, Michael's tongue rolling against mine elongating my high further.

"What the fuck are you doing!" A voice shouted, causing my head to snap in the direction of its origin. Tatiana.

"You feel so good wrapped around my dick." He declared as he sucked on my neck. It was impossible to concentrate on anything else but his lips. "I'll never get tired of fucking this perfect pussy." Michael didn’t stop. He spoke clearly and confidently as he fucked me with purpose.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Tatiana yelled.

"Y/N!" Michael whimpered, his seed spreading within me, causing my legs to tingle. He gazed deep into my eyes, beads of sweat trailing down his face. "I fucking love you." His hand gently curled around the side of my neck, pulling me back into his sweet mouth.

"What the fuck!" Another shout from the demon herself. I paid it no mind. Looking back at Michael, his long dick still twitching inside of me.

"I love you baby." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, leaning into his neck to leave my mark. Tatiana stood there staring at us in shock, so naturally I challenged her stare. I waited to see if Michael would break focus, but he didn’t.

“We are busy in here. Close the door on your way out.” Michael said sternly between breaths, not even sparing her a glance.

The door slammed shut seconds later and it was only then that I took the time to look around the dimly lit room. Make-up and personal belongings littered the floor. Various unfamiliar items surrounded us, leading me to believe that I was made apart of one very well thought out, very devious plan and it turned me on.

"Michael?"

"Yes, my love?"

“This isn’t your dressing room, is it?”

“Nope.” He smiled triumphantly, planting tender kisses all over my face.

“You’re so sneaky.”

“You’re my girl. That’s never changing.”

“You quite literally marked your territory.” I giggled as he caressed my collarbone, watching as goosebumps formed.

“Oh, Y/N, baby, I’m just getting started. We’re gonna be here all night.”

“Let’s see what you got rockstar.”

“Baby, don’t make me carry you out on that stage and give those lovely people an encore they’ll never forget.”

“A girl can dream can’t she?”

I winked teasingly as I positioned myself onto my knees, looking up at the man I love, confident I was about to give him the best head of his life.

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melwnst · 4 months ago

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────── ⋆⋅☆ BLACK RAIN; BELLAMY BLAKE

summary: you’re waiting for Bellamy to come back from what could be a life saving mission. When he comes back- you learn that things didn’t go as planned. Chaos erupts when black rain starts to fall.

—protective Bellamy, established relationship, second person pov, mention of y/n.

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The news had been hard to hear, hard to process. Having to mourn your own death alongside the people you love, months before it even happens, it made you work harder in hopes that maybe the plan would work. You would still lose people. But at least you’d be safe with the ones you loved the most. It had always been about sacrifice anyway, you were used to it.

Waiting for Bellamy to come back was torture. You knew he’d be okay- he always was. Didn’t matter how big the fight was you knew he’d always end up coming back in one piece.

He’d been a part of your life for what felt like eternity already- it didn’t matter much if you survived or not. You spent every second you could with him. So that just in case you did die- you’d made the most of the little time you had together.

Though you hated sending him on missions without much backup, the moment you heard the roar of the Rover, your heart jumped and your legs ran before your brain could even realize. You knew he was early- he wasn’t supposed to be back until the next morning.

You and Kane- your dad, were the only ones waiting for them to park and get out of the car. Something was wrong. Call it a gut feeling, but when you say Bellamy’s face emerge from the driver’s seat, your heart sunk.

Bellamy had just gone through a bad couple of months. With everything that went down with Pike, then Ally, and obviously knowing the end of the world was close, he hated feeling this way. He knew he’d brought it upon himself. He was the one who decided to stick with Pike. And it took a hit on you too. Bellamy wasn’t the person you loved anymore. He did anything possible to make you forgive him. You knew he hated everything he’d become. So you stood by him, rebuilt the relationship he’d tainted, and you were so glad.

Being in his arms was more important than knowing what went wrong in that moment. You could tell he just needed you- your touch. He was visibly upset, and your dad knew better than to interrupt whatever was about to happen.

As Bellamy emerged from the car, he smiled tiredly as he saw you. He walked towards you and immediately engulfed you in a hug.

‘Hi’ he said, his chin on top of your head, his hands locked on the back of your hair. You both relaxed at the touch. It felt good. His worries all went away for what seemed like enough time for him to compose himself, and break the hug. His hand on your arm.

‘What happened out there? You’re early.’ Your father demanded, seeing as Bellamy was back to being upset.

‘We were attacked by grounders.’ He stopped for a second to look at you, and took your hand in his. You squeezed it assuring him to keep going. ‘One of them shot an arrow into a barrel of hydrazine. We lost one.’ He stopped to look back at Kane.

‘We’ll figure something out. We always do. Right?’ You chimed in, and Bellamy smiled at you. He loved your enthusiasm. You’d always been the positive one of the group. Some people found it annoying. Some didn’t. You always ended up being right most times anyway. Positivity doesn’t hurt, clearly.

‘Welcome back.’ Kane huffed quickly as his eyes started scanning the sky.

It’d turn a weird shade of grey. You’d had thunder before. Rain, storms, but it never quite looked that way. All three of you stayed silent waiting for something to happen until a droplet of rain fell on your hand that wasn’t holding Bellamy’s.

You quickly backed away as you hissed. ‘Shit.’

Bellamy looked at you, concerned. He felt you back away. Then he heard you curse. That’s when he noticed the visible blister on your hand, he panicked.

‘Black rain. Sound the damn alarm!’ He yelled to Kane as you all realized you were fucked.

‘Black rain! Get cover! Everyone get inside, leave your things!’

Chaos erupted within Arcadia. People being hit as the rain started falling harder, screaming and crying left and right.

Bellamy ushered you inside as he tried to shelter you both with his jacket. The rain still hitting both of you, your neck, your hands.. but it was packed up already. Barrels of water waiting for when the day would finally hit.

Crazy how it only took less than twenty second for the floor to turn to mud, the wind to pick up. It was impressive to see.

The moment you crossed the door you threw your shirt over your head. The only thing you wanted to feel in that moment was the relief of the water hitting the burns on your body. And once it did- you felt 10 times better.

You’d already half undressed as Bellamy closed the door and went through the same process.

And you couldn’t help staring. That was a horrible thing to do in such a moment- and yet you literally couldn’t peel your eyes away.

You’d seen Bellamy undressed more times than you could count- and yet you still acted like a 15 year old having a big stupid crush everytime you caught a glimpse of him. It was quite embarrassing.

You put your wild thoughts aside as you started helping others. You were better off doing that than whatever you were doing before.

You were helping Harper with her back when Bellamy asked you and Kane where Octavia was.

‘She left, Bell. Awhile ago. But it’s Octavia, I know for a fact she’s hiding in a cave somewhere waiting for it to pass. Don’t worry about her, I’m sure she’s fine.’ You answered as he walked towards you, his concern now going to you.

‘Are you okay? Are you hurt?’ His eyes scanned your body as Harper told you to go with him. Assuring that she was fine.

‘I’m okay, Bellamy. The water made it go away. Are you okay?’ It was your turn to scan his body. Not sexually this time.

‘Yeah. I’m okay.’

Before you could answer, someone was screaming outside. Not everyone has made it inside.

Before you could protest or even help Bellamy and Kane were already outside bringing the person in. They passed him to other people so that he could be taken to the infirmary as they once again treated themselves with the water from the barrel. The man’s injuries were way worst than yours since he’d been out there longer.

Bellamy eyed you, comforted that you were okay and not hurt. He didn’t know what he’d do if you were hurt. He could never even imagine losing you.

He went to retrieve both of your shirts from the ground as he gave you yours, and you thanked him.

What a shame he had to get dressed again.

He was about to say something sassy- you could tell. But before he could even get a word out, Kane’s radio echoed.

It was Mark Colton. His son, Peter was one of the hundred juveniles sent to the ground with you. They were stuck out there, asking for help. And the minute you saw Bellamy’s eyes twitch you knew he’d go out there. And you weren’t gonna let him go alone.

Before Bellamy could even process it, you were handing him one of the suit as yours was already halfway done on your body.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ He asked as he took the suit, your dad knowing well he couldn’t stop you even if he tried.

‘We’re going out there aren’t we? Peter and Mark need us. Get in the suit, Bell.’

‘No. It’s out of the question. I’m going out there, you’re staying here.’

‘Too late for that. I’m already suited up. If you think you’re doing this alone you’re out of your damn mind.’

‘And if you think I’m letting you go with me and risk your life you’re out of yours. You’re not coming, Y/n’

‘The hell i’m not! You’re not stopping me Bellamy. You once told me I was the most stubborn person you’ve ever met. Remember? Let me show you stubborn. I’m going out there whether you like it or not.’ You fought back. You were calm, mostly. But when you were pissed, no one was getting in your way. Especially not Bellamy. You were both more alike than any other pair in Arkadia. Possibly even on earth.

Bellamy let out a loud sigh. There was truly no stopping you, and he knew it. He looked at Kane for help, maybe he could knock some sense into you. But the man just nodded his head, giving some sort of permission. Nobody was stopping you.

‘You’re not gonna back down are you?’

‘You know I’m not. If we wanna have a chance to save them, we have to go. Now!’ You hurried him, both now waiting for Kane to open the door.

‘You run to the Rover and you don’t stop, you hear me? The suits aren’t made for Acid. I don’t think they’re gonna last very long.’ Bellamy said, his hand in yours. Waiting for your signal.

‘Okay. Let’s go.’

You nodded your head and you both took out running.

The bottles of water in your hands, your feet muddy, your breaths, panting, because the suits were in fact, not made for acid. Bellamy opened the back of the Rover , pushed you inside as he jumped in after you.

You could only hear your breaths and groans as you both took your suits off at the same time. They were off in a matter of seconds and the waters hitting your bodies made you both sigh in relief, again.

‘Are you okay?’ You asked him as your legs were laid out and your back was touching the bench of the rover.

Bellamy, still panting, answered. ‘Yeah. How are you feeling?’

‘Like shit.’ You stiffed a laugh as he smiled at you. Your jokes always made him feel better. The pain and stress was gone. And now you had to rescue Mark and Peter.

You both made your way to the front of the car. Bellamy in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger seat.

‘Bellamy, come in! Are you both okay?’ Your father’s voice resonated in the Rover through Bellamy’s radio.

‘Yeah, we’re fine.’ He reassured the man.

‘Bellamy it’s Mark. Are you there?’

‘I’m here.’ Bellamy answered, visibly uncomfortable. They didn’t have long.

‘I can’t breathe, Bellamy. Hurry, please.’ Mark was coughing.

‘Are you on the move yet? Peter doesn’t look good.’ He finished.

‘He’s been through worse. He’ll get through this too. We’re on our way.’

‘Copy that, Bellamy. Thanks.’ The man was barely audible through the coughs he let out.

‘Bellamy, Y/n, go to the private channel.’ Kane’s voice resonated once again.

Bellamy obliged.

‘Bellamy, you guys don’t have much time. You have to hurry. You keep my daughter safe and don’t take risks. This is big enough.’

Before Bellamy could answer, Kane spoke again.

‘You heard the part where I said keep my daughter safe, right? She gets hurt we’ll have problems.’

You rolled your eyes with a hint of a smile as Bellamy pressed the radio.

‘Yes sir. Loud a clear. She’s safe with me. Don’t worry.’

He looked at you as he said that. And your heart melted.

‘I mean it. I won’t ever let anything happen to you. This was already risky. You need to stop wanting to sprint towards danger. I can’t lose you.’ He came closer.

‘Hey, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.’ You put your hands on both sides of his face before continuing.

‘We’re in this together, right? We keep each other safe. We’ve been doing that since we came down and it’s been working so far. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon. So you better not either.’

‘Definitely not planning on dying. I go where you go. Remember? You’re not getting rid of me that easily.’ He smiled, his hands finding your waist.

‘Good. Now, kiss me before we go. I’ve always wanted to kiss a hot guy sitting in the passenger seat.’ You teased and he didn’t need to be told twice. His mouth was on yours in seconds in a hot and fiery kiss. It didn’t last long- because you had to go on another live saving mission. But you were together- and that’s all that mattered.

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sp6ncers · 4 months ago

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platform boots — s reid

summary: reader decides that spencer would look good in her style, and gives him a make over

spencer reid x trad goth! fem! reader. fluff. 2nd person, pov switches.

warnings/content: harassment, mentions of sexual harassment and bullying, established relationship, idiots in love, reader is shorter than spencer, reader gets called a bitch but not by spencer, pet names (silly girl, baby, pretty boy, angel), kissing, kinda insecure reader

wc : ~ 3k

author's note : my 2nd tumblr fic now that im getting the hang of it! this is literally just a cute fluffy fic because i want to and every day i dream of alternative spencer reid 🙂‍↕️ not really any specific season in mind but i pictured longer hair spencer for this, maybe season 4 or 5 :)) sorry if this is ass i got lazy because i so much prefer writing angst ijbol

Being an alternative woman in public is one thing, but being an alternative woman whose boyfriend is practically the complete opposite of you is a whole different issue. You're used to the comments that get thrown at you — after all, you've dealt with that for years, since you started dressing "unconventionally" in middle school. You've learned to ignore the sexualising comments from teenage boys and old men alike, and you can easily tune out the disapproving glares from middle aged women. However, what you aren't as okay with is when people bring your boyfriend into it.

You and Spencer are sitting together on the train home from a museum date, your knees touching as he holds your hand, fidgeting with your rings. You feel the gazes of a group of young boys — no more than fifteen — not far away from where you sit. You decide to ignore them, like you usually do, and you just hope that they don't decide to yell at you like you sometimes have had people do.

Your gaze traces over your boyfriend, and you find yourself unable to suppress a smile. As the days are getting colder, he's been wearing more layers, and it's just so cute. You love the way his scarf is wrapped around his neck and tucked into the dark brown jacket he's wearing. The soft waves of hair that frame his face are even more adorable when they're brushing over the rosiness of his cold cheeks.

Feeling you looking at him, Spencer looks away from your hands and up to your face. "What?" he asks with a smile of his own as he sees your grin.

"Nothing," you reply, nudging your knee against his. "You're just cute."

He smiles shyly, a pink tint creeping across his face. "No, I'm not," he responds. He's never been good at accepting compliments.

Raising a teasing eyebrow, you let a joking scold taint your voice as you say, "Don't argue with me, Dr Reid."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckles breathily, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

Spencer's eyes fall to the floor, where your chunky platform boots rest beside his battered converse. He always loves it when you wear these boots, he thinks they're pretty with the silver studs you had glued onto them and the maroon laces you'd threaded through the eyelets. He's always admired how crafty you are, how you can make any basic item of clothing into something much more extravagant. Something else he loves about these boots is that they make you a little taller — still not as tall as him, but it makes it easier for him to kiss you.

Moving away from your boots, his gaze follows your legs, clad in two pairs of thermal tights beneath the long black skirt you're wearing. He'd watched you embroider the pattern of roses into the fabric a few weeks ago, practically in a trance. The way your eyebrows had been furrowed in concentration as your fingers swiftly worked was a beautiful thing to watch. He's convinced you could craft the galaxy with your bare hands if you wanted to.

Hazel eyes trace over your thighs and up your torso, flickering across the many layers you're wearing. He counts four — maybe five? — layers, which isn't surprising considering how prone to getting cold you are. The neckline of a lacy purple long-sleeve peeks out from beneath your Bauhaus T-shirt, which is partially hidden by a black zip-up that you had painted a pattern onto in bleach. Over the zip-up sits your baggy leather jacket, something you rarely leave the apartment without. A few necklaces decorate your neck, most of them ones that he had given you.

As his gaze finds yours again, he smiles. A cheesy, cute, I'm-so-in-love-with-you smile. When you smile back, his heart skips a beat. He loves the way the eyeliner cobwebs attached to the thick wing on your eyes shift with the movement of your pretty, black-painted lips.

"You're so pretty," Spencer tells you softly. He looks at you as if you'd just reached into the sky and handed him the moon.

Heat rises to your cheeks at his words — even after almost two years of dating, you still feel butterflies whenever he compliments you. You don't think that feeling will ever go away. You don't want it to. "So are you," you respond, giving his hand a squeeze.

As you say the words, the train slows to a halt at your stop. The both of you wait until it has fully stopped before standing and heading to the doors. As you do, the boys you'd caught staring at you earlier decide it would be amusing to yell at you.

"Emo bitch!" one of them shouts, his voice cracking embarrassingly. It almost makes you crack a smile.

Spencer squeezes your hand, a silent way to tell you it's okay and to not say anything back, but you're already glancing back at the laughing group with a cold glare. You part your lips to retaliate, but decide that your boyfriend is right. You stick to simply flipping them off as the two of you exit the train.

As you look back at Spencer, he gives you a pointed look. You shrug and say, "What? I didn't say anything." But you know you wouldn't have stayed silent if anything had been said about him instead.

You switch sides with him, slipping your hand into his as you adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder. The walk home is quiet and peaceful, thankfully void of any more cruel comments from strangers. Spencer's hand is somehow warm in yours, despite the frosty air and cold breeze that bites at your skin. Fallen leaves crunch beneath your shoes as the wind nudges them across the ground.

When you reach your shared apartment, Spencer quickly turns up the thermostat as you both step inside. As you both shrug off your jackets and hang them up, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead — likely trying to determine how cold you are.

"Do you want a drink?" he asks whilst tugging off his converse. "Tea?"

"No, I'm okay," you reply, plopping down onto the floor to take off your boots. Unzipping one, you let out a little grunt of effort as you tug it from your foot. "You know what I do want, though?"

"What?"

"I want..." You pause as you pull off the other boot, biting your lip. "I want to put make-up on you. My kind of make-up."

His eyes find yours as he tilts his head slightly. "You do?"

You hesitate, unsure if his response means that he is repulsed by the idea and would rather lick the floor of your building's elevator than let you do that. Looking away, your voice falls quieter as you reply, "I don't have to. It was just an idea. Sorry. It was stupid."

"Hey, silly girl." He sits in front of you on the floor, moving your boots out of the way as he shifts closer. "It's not stupid. Look at me," he says gently, tilting your chin up with his index and middle finger so that he can look into your eyes. "It's not a stupid idea. And you don't have to apologise. If that's something you want to do, I'd be more than happy to let you, okay?"

The slight pout on your lips is so adorable he feels like his heart might explode.

"Are you sure? You don't have to say yes," you mutter shyly. "It doesn't matter, really. You can say no, it's—"

"Baby," he cuts you off in a gentle voice, his tone one that makes your stomach flutter. The motherfucker always knows what to say and how to say it to shut you up. "I'm sure."

Your lips twitch into a nervous smile. He thinks it's so incredibly cute how you're so shy and sweet when most people would assume other things about you based on your appearance. He thinks it's silly how people make assumptions on others based on how they dress. He thinks a lot of things, but his mind goes blank when you lean in and kiss him.

Immediately kissing you back, he smiles against your lips and rests his hands on your waist to pull you just a bit closer. Knees knocking together, you break the kiss with a giggle and tuck his hair behind his ear.

"Do you want to do it now, or later?" he asks.

"Now. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Spencer says, smiling as he kisses you once more before standing up and pulling you to your feet.

So you head into the bathroom together, but you decide he's too tall for you to be able to do it properly when he's sat on the counter. He laughs when you tell him that, and disappears into the bedroom while you gather the rest of your make-up. Once you have everything, you follow after him into the bedroom.

"Sit on the bed," you instruct.

"Yes, ma'am," he replies with a laugh, sitting down with his back against the headboard.

Giggling softly, you walk over and set the various items in your arms on the nightstand. As you move to sit on the bed, straddling his lap, you shrug off the zip-up and drop it onto the other side of the bed. Even while you're doing something as simple as reaching over to grab a headband, Spencer still looks at you like you are the eighth wonder of the world.

You smile at him as you gently push the headband into his hair, keeping it back off his face. It's gotten so long recently — not that you're complaining. You love running your hands through the soft strands, curling them around your fingertips. "You're so cute," you mutter. "My pretty boy."

You can feel the heat of his skin beneath yours as you cup his face between your hands and press a sweet kiss to his lips. Lips parting, tongues teasing each other's, his hands running up and down your sides, pulling you closer by the small of your back.

You break the kiss with a giggle, a string of spit attached between you. "Okay, we need to get started," you say through laughter as he licks his lips.

"One more kiss," he murmurs, leaning in and pecking you gently.

Smiling, you stroke his cheek for a moment before straightening up and reaching over to grab your moisturiser from the nightstand. Spencer watches you intently as you flick open the cap and squeeze some out onto your fingertips.

"It's cold," you warn him before you swipe the moisturiser onto his cheeks and gently rub it into his skin.

He doesn't mind the coldness of the liquid, just focusing on the feeling of your hands on his skin. He is pretty sure that your touch could make anything better.

He isn't sure if he is supposed to have his eyes open or shut as you dab some more onto his face, but he keeps them open so that he can look at you. The look of concentration on your face is so pretty.

He also isn't sure what to do with his hands — should he be touching you, or would that be a distraction? He keeps them lightly resting atop your thighs, knowing you'd tell him if you wanted him to stop touching you.

As you finish moisturising his skin, letting it sit for a few moments, you wipe off your fingers on a tissue and say, "You have really nice skin."

"That sounds like something a serial killer would say," he comments teasingly, a smile on his face.

"Shut up!" you giggle. "It's just a fact. Your skin is nice."

Swapping the moisturiser for a bottle of primer, you fall quiet as you flick open the cap. Soft hums of concentration vibrating through your lips, you rub it into his skin so that the make-up will actually stick to his face. His fingertips lightly trace rub circles onto your thighs as he watches you with nothing but awe and love in his eyes.

As you're blending out the white foundation onto his face with a damp beauty blender — he thinks that's what it is called — he wonders if he will look silly when you're done. Of course, he has never thought that you look silly when your make-up is all done, but he isn't you. To him, you look beautiful whatever you wear, however you present yourself. He's just not sure if this will suit him. Although, even if it looks bad on him, he'd let you do it over and over again until the end of time if it would make you happy.

Now that there is foundation spread evenly across his face, his skin feels kind of weird, but not exactly in a bad way. It almost feels tight, like something is pulling on it. It is a strangely nice sensation.

Spencer tries to stay still as you pat in the concealer beneath his eyes, his eyelids twitching slightly.

"Stop moving," you scold playfully, pausing your actions for a moment.

"I'm trying," he replies, his voice a breathy chuckle.

"Try harder."

"You're so bossy."

"You know you love it."

He smiles, amused. You're right, he does love it. He loves anything and everything that you do. Since the moment he met you, he has been completely whipped. Obsessed. In love.

After finishing the grey-ish contour on his nose and beneath his cheekbones, you start on the eyeliner. You decide to do something simple, rather than the more elaborate designs you sometimes do on yourself. Beginning to draw a wing from the corner of his eye, you will your hand to not shake like it usually does; you don't want to end up getting overly frustrated and having to redraw it fifty times.

Somehow, it goes smoothly, and you finish both wings without a problem. You use a black eyeliner pencil on his waterlines and add a smidge of dark purple eyeshadow to his lids before curling his lashes. How come men always have such luxurious eyelashes? you think.

"Okay, I'm not gonna put on false lashes, I'll just do mascara," you tell him, leaning over to grab one of your unused mascaras from the nightstand.

As you do, you shift too much weight and almost fall off the bed. Quickly, Spencer leans forward steadies you with a hold on your waist. "Careful there, angel," he laughs in a teasing tone. "You're so clumsy sometimes."

"Well, says the one who spilt coffee on the counter twice in one day last week!" you reply, giggling.

"I never claimed to not be clumsy," he counters, patting your thigh. "JJ is right when she says that my coordination drops off when I'm thinking."

"A wise woman," you muse.

"Very."

You smile, kiss his forehead, and grab the mascara. As you twist it open and wipe off the excess, you say, "Okay, just blink when I say to, okay?"

"Okay."

So you apply mascara to his stupidly nice eyelashes, dab a tiny bit of highlighter onto the apples of his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and put a simple lip combo on his beautiful lips.

"Okay, there. I think it's done," you say. Quickly, you take it back. "Wait, I need to do your hair."

"Alright," he chuckles as you take the headband out of his hair, discarding it onto the nightstand.

You head off into the bathroom to grab your hairbrush, returning a moment later with it and a few hair ties. You manoeuvre him into the position you want — sitting more in the middle of the bed — and sit behind him on your knees.

"Your hair is so soft," you murmur as you gently run your fingers through it.

"You say that every single time you play with my hair," he points out, a smile in his voice.

"And it's true every single time," you reply as you start to brush his hair.

Spencer hums contentedly, his eyes falling shut as you brush his hair. He's always loved when you touch his hair, whether that is stroking it, twisting it around your fingers, or pulling it. He loves it all.

As you brush his hair, taking your time, you wonder if he will like it. You wonder if he's enjoying this. You wonder if he liked letting you put make-up on him.

"I would, maybe, dress you up in my clothes, but I don't think any of them would fit you."

He laughs softly. "Yeah, probably not."

"And my boots certainly wouldn't fit your gigantic feet," you tease.

"Maybe your feet are just tiny," Spencer counters jokingly.

When you're satisfied that his hair is thoroughly brushed, you part it down the middle, separating it into two even-ish sections. You braid each half, something you have always wanted to do with his hair but never asked out of fear of him saying no. But right now, he isn't protesting, which you take as a good sign.

"Okay, all done," you chime happily, letting the braids fall onto his shoulders.

"Done?"

"Mhm, done."

Hopping off the bed, you take his hands in yours and lead him into the bathroom. Before you step inside, you make him cover his eyes as you tell him, "Okay, you can't judge it because I'm not used to doing make-up on other people."

Spencer nods, practically itching to see his reflection. "I won't judge. I promise."

"Good. Okay, you— you can look now," you reply, standing beside him and looking at his reflection in the mirror as he moves his hands away from his face.

His reaction is hard to decipher, but at least he does not look repulsed. After a moment of studying his face, his lips twitch into a smile.

"It looks good."

"Really?" you ask, rocking back and forth on your feet as you fidget with your sleeves.

"Yeah. I— I mean, it's obviously not something I'm used to, but it's... cool," he says with a soft laugh, turning to face you.

You smile, biting your lip. "Good. Okay, good. I'm glad you don't... you know, hate it."

Smiling back at you, Spencer wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. "I could never hate anything you do."

"You're so cheesy."

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