#you did an amazing job 🥹❤️‍🩹

[gawankeundco]

Fourth line primer because they deserve everything! The narrative lives on <3

Thank you for help again @lemondropbois

[afterglowsainz]

mess it up | jude bellingham

pairing: british!tennis player!reader x jude bellingham

summary: jude already messed up his relationship with you once, he’s not gonna do it again if he can get a second chance

fc: emma raducanu

request: here

a/n: i love tennis so much so this request was very exciting! also a bit general so i got carried away (the timeline is a bit weird and some of the tournaments and courts aren’t gonna match so let’s just ignore that)

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[sirenlulls]

feels like ➞ e. hewson

pairing — elijah hewson x fem!reader (gracie abrams fc)

fic type — social media au

met you at the right time. this is what it feels like!

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[angelicsatin]

Olivia Taylor 🎟️ | Ultimate Media Critic

A ‘Girls-Only’ Gathering ꩜ .ᐟ

ft. hajime hinata art credit - @ makineun on insta

As everyone prepared different sweets and desserts, chatting and getting to know each other thanks to Mahiru’s invitation to this ‘girls only gathering’, as she called it, Olivia stood to the back and watched with a critical—but amused—gaze on her new friends. Hiyoko criticized Mikan’s work, while Hajime also told her to lighten up and relax. Akane stuffed her face with sweets just as quickly as they were made.

And… Ibuki sculpted what seemed to be a ‘bust’ of herself out of cookie dough. Specifically emphasizing her own bust — if you know what I mean. The realization caused the group to laugh or gasp in both amusement and surprise at her actions, while Olivia pointed at her work — critiquing some of her choices and suggesting how to make it look ‘more accurate.’

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this is probably one of the coolest commissions I’ve gotten. It’s 1) ADORABLE. 2) SHE FITS IN SO WELL !!! some of my friends I’ve shown in dms took a minute to even find her because the incredibly talented and sweet @ makineun did such an amazing job on drawing Olivia into this canon game shot ! I’m so happy with it and I love seeing her look so real 🥹😭❤️‍🩹

[onlyswan]

Hi art, 🍓 anon here

Arttttt artttt artyyyy I'm gonna cry I fell asleep 10 minutes before you posted your new drabble- but now I'm in my bed after waking up and reading it with my heart pounding in my chest BC THAT ENDING???? HOW COULD U DO THAT TO USSS?? I SWEAR I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO W MYSELF RN BESIDES READING IT AGAIN BC IT WAS SO GOOOOOD. How could u be nervous about an ART piece that made me feel so many emotions at once? I almost cried art, it was written so wellll SO WELL. I Love lOve LOVE how we could see snippets of Jungkooks thoughts and how disgustingly inlove he is with oc. And the cameo of the hello kitty plushie 🥹💔 Art, your note for detail is soo dhwisbdhwjd you're amazing and I love you. And I love your writing, you are so talented and I aspire to be as talented as you one day <333 I hope you have a great day today just as I will bc u already made it one.

berry berry anonie you are soooo cute the image of you waking up to the drabble is making me giggle 😭

AAAAAAA IT PASSED THE REREAD WORTHY TEST :P AND SORRY NOT SORRY I AM DRUNK ON POWER… but also i did not even plan on anything it just happened 🥺 like at some point while writing, the question that guides the writer throughout the whole thing is what would this character do or think in this situation? and it’s our job to just narrate that… so yeah jungkook is disgustingly in love with oc and i’m just as devastated as you 😭❤️‍🩹

no one:

me including details when i write:

THANK YOU FOR UR KIND WORDS AND JUST BEING SO SWEET UR ENTHUSIASM IS CONTAGIOUS AND I LOVE YOU ENDLESSLY 🥹

[evansbby]

WOAH OKAY SO THAT WAS THE SHORTEST 37K WORDS I’VE EVER READ LIKE ITS THE WAY I FINISHED IT IN ONE SITTING 😳😳

i loved it like i absolutely could not take my eyes off it and it was literally SO addicting! i liked how you built up the poyt 4 ending cliffhanger bc it made peter’s monologue much more powerful! it was definitely the wake up call that steve needed it, even if it meant breaking him down to build him back up.

AND STEVE IMMEDIATELY BEING LIKE OKAY WE’RE GETTING MARRIED LIKE ⁉️ PLEASE HE IS SO UNSERIOUS BE FOR REAL RIGHT NOW

my absolute favourite part has so to when steve and omega went to her childhood home. i actually started sobbing bc it hit home for me. i think everyone remembers a point in their childhood when they had to grow up too fast and i think you captured that perfectly using the diary. it’s the way her horrifying recount of her mother’s boyfriend’s were sandwiched between normal child blues?? breathless. steve realising what omega truly went through was absolutely a turning point for him. it’s like when misogynistic men are shocked that their sisters and mothers suffer at the hands of men like themselves.

AND OMEGA GOING THROUGH ALL STAGES OF GRIEF

AND WHEN SHE SAID SHE DIDN’T WANT TO LIVE 💔💔

shellshocked 👏🏻and 👏🏻 shaken👏🏻

favourite character IS STEVE’S MOM PLEASE WHAT A SWEETHEART!! we need to protect steve’s mom like the way she was so accepting of omega and instantly knew the situation?? i really liked how you paralleled steve’s love story with his parents because it makes sense where he got his protective side from. it explains a lot with him wanting omega to drop everything and raise his kid (like how his mom did). my only question is why didn’t they have more kids if they’re a traditional alpha/omega family unit? i feel like it may has something to do with her health but that was something more recent. either way i’m so happy to see someone who truly gets omega and i’d be so heartbroken if she goes ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

AND BUCKY MAKING A RETURN??

I KNEW HE’D COME BACK BUT NOT LIKE THIS??!!

WOW YOU NEVER FAIL TO SURPRISE ME BC I LITERALLY FELL OFF MY BED READING THAT SCENE AHHHHH THANK GOD STEVE TOOK HER SIDE AND ACTUALLY DEFENDED HER FOR ONCE

and the epilogue was so satisfying with poyt!baby finally being canon 🥺 the domestic kink in me goes brr at the thought of steve holding his little one 😭

ANYWAYS THIS WAS A LONG ASS RANT BUT I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT POYT 5 IS EVERYTHING I DREAMED FOR AND MORE AND YOU DID A REALLY GOOD JOB WITH TYING UP ALL THE LOOSE ENDS PLEASE BE SO PROUD OF YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN SO AMAZING AND AHHHHH I LOVE YOU 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

THANK U SO MUCH FOR READING!!!

And yes bahaha, Steve being his impulsive self, immediately wanting to get married to omega to prove to everyone (Peter) that what they have is real 🥹🥹🥹 HE IS GENUINELY SO UNSERIOUS bc why was he maniacally laughing pls?!? 😭

And the reason Steve’s parents didn’t have any more kids is simply because Mrs. Rogers couldn’t have any more. They wanted to, but she couldn’t. That’s why I was originally gonna make it so that after Rosie, omega couldn’t have anymore either. Like a cyclical type of thing but in the end I didn’t go with that!

I laughed at you saying you fell off your bed when Bucky returned 😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂 he just HAD to make his grand entrance at the end sjsjsjsjsk

[zepskies]

Holy shit, I was not prepared for how amazing this was and is. 😭

There were so many truly poetic and beautifully written moments here, even in the angst, and this bit of description was the first to stand out to me:

His red flannel shirt was covered with dark, almost black, stains, the girl's blood and his own mixing together in a hideous design.

It's just such simple but intense imagery.

Dean was a warrior and was often more likely to accept help when it came to healing his body, since he knew he had to stay strong if he wanted to fight again. Then when you had him under your hands, you did your best to heal his soul too.

Ughhh why is he like this. 😭 But I'm so glad you wrote this reader who just wants to pick him up in her gentle hands and put him back together again (and love him), by whatever means necessary.

His head was tilted back, so that your face hovered over his, so close you could see the hints of red whiskers in his stubbly cheeks and the flecks of gold in his deep green eyes. His lips were parted slightly and his tongue pressed softly between his teeth.

Another beautiful piece of description. 💗

Dean pulled in a deep breath as he cupped your cheek with his palm and swiped his big thumb across your mouth. "So soft." He said in a whisper. "God, Y/N, you're so soft."

I can't help thinking he means more than just physically soft here. I feel like he's also talking about her gentleness. Her soft heart. Maybe he feels like he doesn't want to burden her the way he eventually does in the shower. And the way you lead up to that moment by having her even wash him is brilliant. He finally just lets himself let go of everything he's carrying in that moment. ❤️‍🩹

The smut was ridiculously hot of course, with a level of detail I don't usually see for giving him pleasure. And THE LINE was even more fantastic and hot in context. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

But I also love the end, how Dean can finally be himself again, hanging out with his girl and rambling about one of his favorite things with a box of pizza. 🥹 It honestly warms my heart so damn much to see Dean get taken care of for once, as he really does shoulder so much and has to BE so much for other people.

All that rambling to say, wonderful job on this! I'm so glad you pointed it out to me. It's going on my SPN rec list for sure. 👏🏽💕

It's All For You

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, all Y/N wants is to make Dean feel better. Will he let her?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Oral, (male receiving), fingering, general nakedness and showering together. Hurt!Dean. Angst. Fluff.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 4,019

A/N: I got a request from @agirlwithanangelheart for a comfort fic, but focusing on giving comfort to Dean when he needs it. I was very happy to try and give our beautiful boy some peace and comfort. So, this was what I came up with, I hope it's what you were looking for, sweetie! Sorry it took me a couple days to finish it! 💓

The beautiful divider at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89.

You heard the screeching bang of the bunker door and looked up from the map table to see Dean walking slowly down the bunker steps. His big boots thudded heavily down each stair as he plodded slowly down to the war room.

Sam had called to give you a head's up. Dean had dropped him at Eileen's and was headed back. The hunt had been bad, Sam hadn't gone into detail but you knew a sixteen year old girl had been lost. A demon had possessed her then slit the girl's throat as they were trying to exorcise it.

Sam told you that Dean had held the girl, trying to soothe her fears as she'd bled out, mercifully quickly.

As Dean reached the final step you rushed up to him, your expression anxious and questioning. Dean's face spasmed in what was supposed to be a smile, but it never really materialized.

"Hey, kid." He said, quiet and low.

He walked past you to fall into one of the chairs surrounding the map table. His red flannel shirt was covered with dark, almost black, stains, the girl's blood and his own mixing together in a hideous design.

His face had numerous scrapes and bruises, and you could see them disappear into the neckline of his shirt. He sat, long legs stretched out in front of him, leaning back in the chair.

But his shoulders hunched forward and his arms were tucked close to his side, his left arm curled around his ribs. His posture was such that he looked like someone trying to protect their torso from body blows that were raining down upon them.

You looked at the broken man in front of you, the man you loved more than anything, and tears clogged your throat. You couldn't help it.

Two years ago you'd come to live with the Winchesters while you recovered from a werewolf attack. You were all alone and the brothers had taken pity on you. You'd simply never left.

You helped in whatever way you could; you were no hunter, but you were a good researcher and you did your best to keep the boys healthy and well. You learned to patch up wounds and set bones, you were even able to stitch together skin now, although that had taken some practice and several rounds of vomiting.

And all the time, as you learned the lore and lost your squeamishness, you were quietly falling in love with Dean Winchester.

That had never been your intention. He was more than a decade older than you, and he was hard and stubborn. He wore his guilt and self-loathing like armor and it had been almost impossible to find any chinks there.

But find them you had. You had pushed and prodded at him, annoying him most of the time, but slowly pulling information out of him, slowly pulling off the armor piece by piece and finding the beautiful, raw, vulnerable man underneath.

Now, as you looked at him, all you wanted was to comfort him, to pull the poison out of his heart and mind, like sucking out venom. He would be blaming himself for the young girl's death there was no doubt and you weren't sure there was anything you could say that would convince him otherwise.

He would balk at your help, your comfort, but you weren't going to let him get away with it. You approached him, coming to stand between his outstretched legs.

"Come on with me." You held out your hand for him to take. "Let me clean you up." You phrased your statement as though you were just looking to heal up his physical wounds.

Dean was a warrior and was often more likely to accept help when it came to healing his body, since he knew he had to stay strong if he wanted to fight again. Then when you had him under your hands, you did your best to heal his soul too.

But this time he shook his head. "Nah. I'm fine, kid." He pushed out of the chair and moved into the library to pour himself a whiskey from the decanter there.

You stood on the stairs watching him disapprovingly as he leaned back against the shelf and took a long drink, grimacing slightly as the alcohol burned a path down his throat.

You walked up close to him again and wrapped your small hand around his thick wrist and tried, very futilely, to pull him along after you. You couldn't budge him an inch.

He looked at you with a frown creasing his brow. "What are you doing?"

You gave a frustrated sigh. "I'm trying to get you to follow me to your bedroom so I can take care of all of this." You made a circular motion with your hand in front of his face, indicating all his cuts and bruises.

But Dean just shook his head again, his voice impatient and gruff. "I told you kid, I'm fine."

You kind of hated when he called you kid. You may be younger than him, but you were still a grown woman and you definitely did NOT want him to see you as a kid.

You folded your arms across your chest. "Well, I'm not, okay." You let your eyes fill up with tears. "I'm worried about you and I just want to make sure you're okay."

You'd used this tactic before and it had never failed. Dean didn't care what happened to him, but he couldn't bear to see you cry. You didn't feel like it was manipulating him, because the tears were real, you were just using them to your advantage, to make this stubborn man let you help him.

Sure enough, Dean frowned deeply and sighed. He flung back the rest of his drink and slammed the empty glass back down beside the bottle.

"Fine. Let's go, little mother hen."

You led him into his bedroom and sat him on the side of the bed. You grabbed the first aid kit out of his bottom drawer and brought it over to where he sat.

The first thing you did was give him a couple pills for the pain. Then you started peeling off layers of his clothing. You took off his dark blue jacket and then his stained red shirt. Each time you took off a layer, Dean flinched when he had to lift his arm away from his side.

Probably broken ribs.

You pulled at the hem of his black t-shirt and slowly lifted it up and off of him. He let out a groan as he tried to lift his left arm to accommodate you.

"No, don't." You said, pressing his arm back down to his side. You pulled the t-shirt off his right arm and over his head and then just slid it down his left arm while it remained safely tucked against his ribs.

When you saw the damage done to his beautiful torso you fought down more tears, they'd serve no purpose this time.

His entire upper body was blotches of blue and purple bruises and dried blood. Surveying the damage though, you could see that his ribs were the worst of his injuries, the rest all just contusions and some swelling.

You quickly went to the bathroom down the hall and came back with a basin full of warm water and some aloe vera for the worst of the scrapes on his face and knuckles.

You washed his torso with the warm water, cleaning away any left over blood and trying hard not to be affected by the feeling of his muscles moving under your hands or the small groans of pain mingled with moans of relief that were issuing from his mouth as you soothed his bruised and aching skin.

You cleaned up his knuckles with rubbing alcohol, clucking your tongue as you saw him shift and grimace. "You should have gone to get your ribs x-rayed." You said as you let go of his big hand.

Dean shook his head. "Nah, they're not broken, just bruised."

You shook your head at him, "And how would you know?"

Dean shot you a look and you realized that it was a stupid question. Of course he knew, after all the times his ribs had been broken and bruised, he definitely knew the difference.

Once his torso and knuckles had been tended to you began cleaning the worst of the scrapes and scratches across his cheek and around his eyes. Using more rubbing alcohol you cleaned them thoroughly.

You stood between his legs and were pressed up close enough to him that you could feel his warm breath on your neck as you dabbed a cotton swab across the cuts on his brow bone.

You made the mistake of looking away from the scrapes you were tending to and into his mossy green eyes. You felt your breath hitch as you saw heat flare in his gaze. It wasn't the first time you thought you'd seen something hot and needy in his expression, but he never did anything about it, had never even tried to kiss you.

You broke off an aloe vera leaf and squeezed some of the wet jelly inside onto your finger before going back and spreading the healing plant across the worst of the cuts.

The whole time you worked you were aware of Dean's gaze on you, you felt his heart pick up its pace so that it matched your own racing pulse.

Your eyes flicked down to his lips and then got caught up in the way he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it slowly before letting it slip out again, wet and shiny and begging to be tasted.

You tipped his head back, applying aloe to some scrapes along his jaw. When you finished your gaze travelled back to his mouth and then you took in all of his beautiful face.

His head was tilted back, so that your face hovered over his, so close you could see the hints of red whiskers in his stubbly cheeks and the flecks of gold in his deep green eyes. His lips were parted slightly and his tongue pressed softly between his teeth.

You let your palms come to rest against his jaw and almost of its own volition, your thumb moved to trail across his bottom lip. You both froze like that for a moment before you moved your mouth to his, applying the softest pressure.

But before you could deepen the kiss, Dean pulled away and moved out from underneath your hands, grimacing and pressing his left arm tight to his side again.

He leaned back on his desk. "Thanks, kid." He said with a nod. "I got it from here."

He was dismissing you, but you didn't want to go, you wanted to keep helping him, healing him.

You knew you hadn't imagined the want and desire in his expression. He wanted and needed companionship, tonight more than ever, he was just too proud and stubborn to admit it.

Deciding that boldness was the only way through, you moved to stand right in front of him, resting your hands on his biceps as you leaned in towards him. He pulled his head back and his breathing became shallow.

You tilted your head so you could maintain eye contact. "Do you want to talk about it? The hunt?"

Dean's frown of confusion deepened and his eyes hardened. After a moment he spoke low and clear, "No."

You nodded, having known that would be his response. You licked your lips and pressed a fraction closer to him.

"Then, do you want to kiss me?"

Dean's eyes widened and the pupils expanded across his lush green irises. His gaze flickered down to your lips before wetting his own. He shook his head slightly, confusion crashing back into his expression.

"What are you talking about?"

You reached up and pressed your mouth to his pulse point, feeling it hammer against your lips.

You pulled back, but ran your hands gently up and down his bruised chest and arms.

"Please, Dean. Let me help you forget." You placed kisses to each of the violet bruises that dotted along just under his collar bone, like morse code.

"Let me make you feel better." You moved your lips down his chest, tongue darting out to flick across his nipple, pulling a deep, rough moan from him.

You looked up at him from beneath your lashes as you started to sink to your knees. "Let me make you feel good."

Dean groaned again, but caught your upper arms before you could reach the ground.

"Y/N." Dean's voice was deep and hot and full of repressed need. "You don't have to do this."

You shook your head. "I know that, I want to." You said, with hint of a smile. "Will you let me?"

Dean pulled in a deep breath as he cupped your cheek with his palm and swiped his big thumb across your mouth. "So soft." He said in a whisper. "God, Y/N, you're so soft."

You pushed your mouth down the length of his long, thick thumb, before coming back up and swirling your tongue around the tip.

An incredibly satisfying moan dropped from Dean's lips and you felt your core muscles clench at the sound. You let go of his thumb with a pop and then slid the rest of the way down his body until you were on your knees in front of him.

He leaned back and grasped the desk with both hands while you unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans. His boxer briefs did little to conceal the massive bulge that intrigued you so much and had your mouth watering.

You wanted him so badly. But more importantly, you were determined to take over all his thoughts and make him feel only pleasure so that he couldn't dwell on the pain, so that there was no room for guilt.

You pulled down his boxer briefs and let his fully erect cock slap against his stomach. You took the tip of your finger and rubbed it along his slit, where a small bead of precum was already forming, spreading it lightly around the head of his dick.

You licked your palm in a wide stripe and then began to slowly pump his cock up and down, twisting your wrist gently every time you reached the base.

Then, pushing his cock flat against his lower belly again, your tongue dragged up the thick vein that ran along the underside.

Dean grunted harshly, his hips bucking forward as he stood up straight, pushing away from the desk. You took the opportunity to push your hands up his thighs and around his hips until your were gripping his perfect, round, muscular ass in your hands. You squeezed it as you finally bobbed your head down the length of his cock as far as you could go.

Dean gripped your hair in his fist and pushed gently, encouraging you to go a little further. Bracing yourself with both hands on his ass, you shifted the position of your mouth so you could drop your jaw further and relax your gag reflex.

You felt him hit the back of your throat and pulled off of him, slurping up the spit and cum that decorated his cock before pushing back down and taking him further so that he actually slipped down your throat.

When he was an inch or so down, you swallowed, squeezing around the head of his dick and causing Dean to let out a harsh cry of pleasure. His hand spasmed in your hair and pulled it. The sharp pain shot a jolt of pleasure into your core.

He let go of your hair. "Shit, Y/N, I'm sorry." He said and his voice was mostly a growl.

You hummed against him as you pulled back. "No apologies necessary." You said as you watched him and felt your panties flood.

His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open as he pulled in short breaths.

You moved up and down on him quickly four or five times, letting his tip hit the back of your throat every time. Then when he was once again fully seated in your mouth you sucked in your cheeks and pulled back slowly, allowing the pleasurable suction to pull deep, animalistic moans from Dean's throat.

As you popped off of him again, you let your tongue twirl around his spongey head, and reached up to palm his balls before squeezing them gently and jiggling them with your fingers.

You moved up and down his rock hard shaft half a dozen more times before he grabbed hold of your shoulders and tried to push you back in warning.

"Fuck, Y/N...god, Christ! I'm gonna cum."

You pulled away but only so you could wrap your hand around the thick base of his dick, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue.

You tapped his cock against your tongue a few times and you could feel it throb in your hand just before Dean bucked forward hard, and warm, salty spurts of cum shot down your throat and dribbled down your chin.

You pumped him through the full length of his climax, sucking and licking up every morsel of him as his hips continued to snap forward with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He fell back against the desk again, muscles spent. After you'd cleaned him up completely, you took hold of his hand and pulled him gently forward. This time he followed you willingly, naked and almost docile.

You walked down the few doors to the shower room and when you were inside the tiled room, you striped away all your clothes until you stood naked in front of him.

You refused to allow yourself any self-consciousness; this wasn't about you tonight, only Dean. You moved into the wide shower stall and turned on the water to very warm, but not scalding.

You beckoned Dean forward with your finger and he came quickly, reaching for you, but you dodged his hands, maneuvering him so that he was standing under the spray of the shower. You took his soap and began working up a lather against his broad shoulders and up and down the round, smooth muscles in his arms.

You moved your soapy hands across every inch of his skin, massaging gently and being careful around his bruises and cuts, but loving every moment of the chore.

As you walked around him, touching, caressing, massaging, you praised him, hoping he would hear you and believe.

"You're so beautiful." You whispered against his shoulder blade.

"God you're strong." You told him as you looked up at him from where you crouched, running soapy hands up and down his muscular thighs.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind. "You make feel so safe." You whispered up into his ear. "My warrior."

Finally as the spray of the shower head washed all the soap away, you came to stand in front of him. When you looked up into his face, you were devastated to see his eyes were closed and tears mingled with the droplets of water that ran down his face.

You reached up and ran your hand down his cheek. This was supposed to be helping him to forget the hunt, but obviously it wasn't.

But before you could say anything Dean opened his eyes and shook his head.

"I couldn't save her." His voice was barely audible above the roar of the shower, so you stepped closer so you wouldn't miss anything.

"I should have moved faster, acted quicker."

You shook your head. "Dean, you did everything you could. Sam told me, you held her and made her last moments here as safe and comforting as possible." You wrapped your arms gently around his waist so as to not aggravate his bruised ribs.

"I know you, Dean Winchester, and I know that you would have done absolutely everything within your very vast and substantial abilities to keep her alive and safe and if you weren't able to do it, then she likely couldn't have been saved."

He stared at you for a long moment, his expression telling you that he wanted to believe you. Then he closed his eyes again and when he reopened them, you saw some of the ache in them had faded.

And you realized you'd done more than help him forget, you were helping him heal. Your heart squeezed, so grateful that it was working.

You turned off the water and grabbed two thick towels from the shelves outside the stall, wrapping you both up in them. You walked back to Dean's bedroom where you used his towel to carefully dry his body.

But when you passed him a pair of sweats from out of his drawer, he didn't take them. He just stared down at you for a moment before he reached up to push wet strands of hair over your shoulder.

The heat from the trail of his finger tips contrasted with the cold droplets of water falling from the ends of your hair and you shivered.

He suddenly grabbed you and spun you around, pushing you up against the door. For an injured man, he still moved incredibly fast.

He pressed his warm lips to the cool skin on your neck and you shivered again. He trailed his mouth down over your collarbone and then started a path towards your breasts.

But you pushed against his shoulders, your body screaming at you that you were a fool. "Dean, no." You said, your voice barely a breath.

He stopped and looked at you, cocking an eyebrow. "No?" He understandably questioned you.

You shook your head. "I mean, yes..." You took a deep, very shuddery breath. "Obviously yes. But this...it's..."

You cleared your throat and tried to form words when all your brain could focus on was the pair of lips that still hovered just above your skin.

"This isn't about me. This is...I wanna take care of you." You said, determination helping to clear your mind enough that you got the words out. You really did just want to take care of Dean. He deserved it.

Dean nodded. "I see." He rolled your nipple between his strong thumb and forefinger causing you to gasp.

"Was that gasp for me?" he asked, his deep voice causing your inner muscles to clench around nothing.

"I...yes, I mean..." You were back to nonsensical sentences.

He trailed the callused pads of his fingers down between your breasts and over your belly before he slid one finger through your slick folds.

"And this..." He brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked your juices from the tip. "Isn't this for me?"

You were panting as you answered. "Yes, god, Dean. It's all for you."

He slipped two fingers deep inside you and you whimpered.

He leaned into your ear and growled deep and low. "Then give me what's mine."

***

Hours later you were both happily sated and enjoying leftover pizza and beers in bed, naked. You were listening to Zeppelin IV and Dean was explaining how back in the day, a lot of people believed Stairway to Heaven contained satanic messages if it was played backwards.

As he talked about one of his favorite albums and his all time favorite band, his face was free from pain and guilt. Instead it was lit up like a little kid at Christmas as he shared his passion with you.

You felt your chest tighten in happiness and gratitude for the beautiful man in front of you. He was so many things all at once; hunter, hero, warrior, lover, brother, friend, savior; he was a man capable of carrying the world's burdens on his impossibly strong shoulders.

But sometimes, you thought, he was also just a little boy who needed to be taken care of, loved, cherished.

And you were more that happy to volunteer for that job.

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Hey lovely! I so appreciate that you took the time to go through and review all of these stories. Thank you so much! 🥹

So when you mentioned you were going to make solider boy cry I was really wondering how you were going to achieve it without having too sad of an ending because we both hate those so much.

That was my conundrum, but that's why I came up with a loophole. 😏

It started so cute, Ben being grouchy but you know it’s all for snow really because when doesn’t he give the reader what she wants? Their teasing and adorable little moments though, I could sit and read these two just being adorable all day, I love it.

I had to lull you into a false sense of security. 🤣🤣 But I too could write these two being "Grump and Sunshine" all day. 💓

And then you went and ruined it 😂

Of course I did. 🤣🤣

I was very worried. I love that bens only concern is for the reader though. How far he’s come in your story is still something amazing.

Sometimes I worry that the softness/caring he shows her is OOC even for this stage of BMD Ben, but I haven't gotten that complaint as of yet, so I think I'm ok there! 😂

Oh this girl's definitely not going down without a fight. Ultimately she's just human though, so no shame in being outnumbered.

Reyes is THE ballsiest one for talking shit to SB to his face while threatening his girl. 😂

Ben is at that level where though his pride snaps, he just wants her safe first. Then he'll tear her captors a new asshole.

And then she was shot. Like, to make Ben cry this is what I thought but surely she can’t die? Especially as I know there was more to the story. My mind was whirring with possibilities of how he was going to save her.

Ooof you're not the only one to have made those comments/had that thought process for this part. 💙

The way she fell though and he caught her and they held each other, hell, I was tearing up 😢 and of course he goes for his blood, once again just not thinking of anything else than saving her, but it was too late.

Just breaks your heart, doesn't it? I really had to dig deep to find how to portray his loss here. I actually rewatched the scene with Butcher when Becca dies in his arms to try and capture that level of pain.

I have to admit, I’m glad it was just a dream. I knew something had to happen but this was good. It never happened but we got to see a glimpse of bens worst nightmare. I love that the reader was reassuring and allowed him to take what he needed. I also don’t blame him cancelling the trip. After a dream like that I think I would too.

That's absolutely what it was. And I hope if my boyfriend/husband was this upset from a dream I would comfort him the same way the reader does. ❤️‍🩹

Amazing addition to the BMD verse. I adore these two and this verse and would read a thousand stories of them if you were willing to write them. Great job! 💕

Thank you, lovely!! 💞💞 It felt good to write these two again after a little break. You already know I have something in mind for them after Smoke Eater.

But lol also a part 2 to this has already been requested, so I may just have to work on that soon (and tackle her reaction to him cancelling the trip 😅).

Hello. I was wondering if you could write an imagine in the BMD-verse (been following it for a while now; love, love, love it, by the way!) where Ben cries?

Like something really bad happens in general or to the Reader, and he losses it? I mean, personally, I have never known this man to cry, and I would love to see you conjure up something that could possibly elicite that reaction from him.

But no pressure - will definitely understand if you don't want to write it!

Oooh, so you really wanna kill me, huh? 🫠😭😭

Lol it's okay, thank you for loving Break Me Down!! It's one of my favorite story verses that I've been able to create on here. ❤️❤️

This request was difficult for me on multiple levels, but I think I was able to pull it off? (I'll let you be the judge.) This is set in the BMD-verse, shortly after "Love Actually."

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst, show-level violence, hurt/comfort, "twist" ending (you'll want to read until the end, trust me).

Imagine: Ben loses you.

Ben restrained another sigh when he realized you were no longer walking next to him.

He turned and saw you stopping in another damn kiosk, this time looking at a selection of Pashmina scarves. As if you didn’t have enough clothes.

“We’re not here for a damn shopping spree,” he called after you.

He ignored the people who glanced at him as they walked past, a couple of them even shooting him an annoyed look.

One didn’t just stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk in New York City, but as with most societal protocols, Ben couldn't really give a fuck.

He almost started tapping his foot. Instead, he crossed his arms as he glared in your general direction. You were smiling and chatting with the woman selling her wares as you finished the transaction.

Ben at least could admire the view of you bent over in those tight jeans and ankle boots. You also wore the dark green winter coat he bought you last month, lined with faux fur to keep you warm.

When you eventually came back to him, you shot him an amused smile. You held a new scarf in shades of green and blue, to match your coat. But you also held out a new pair of leather gloves for him.

“Here you go, Grumpy. I didn't forget about you,” you teased. He raised a wry brow at you and took the gloves. He inspected them with a half-critical eye.

“And how much did these cost, five cents?”

You rolled your eyes and kept walking. He caught up with you and slipped the gloves into his pocket.

“My hands don’t get cold anyway,” he reminded you. And you often complained that his body heat was like a radiator, especially at night. Although, you hadn’t been complaining since the winter turned frigid this February.

“All right, whatever. Just don’t say I never get you anything,” you quipped. “Besides, you know you love to accessorize.”

A smirk pulled at Ben’s lips. The gloves were a half-assed gift, but he still wore the watch you got him for Christmas proudly on his wrist. That was a nice silver Rolex.

“All I know is, we’d better not be late for this damn meeting,” he said. “I don’t wanna hear Mallory’s fucking mouth.”

The two of you had made a day of coming into the city, hitting a nice brunch spot and ice skating at Rockefeller center before your date had been rudely interrupted—by a call for a new mission.

Grace Mallory had been a bit cryptic on the phone, but it had something to do with the mess Ben left of the drug cartels in South America. After they got back to the States, Ben left that “business” behind…he just hadn’t thought of how that would shake out in Colombia.  

So now, you two were headed to the Supe Affairs building. You slipped your arm around his, while his hands were in his pockets. You looked up at him with a smile.

“Try to enjoy the little things, Ben,” you told him. “We had mimosas and some bougie ass lobster tails with our eggs this morning. I skated circles around you on the ice. And now we’re going to get some work done.”

“On our day off,” he retorted.

“To be fair, you made the mess, Mr. Kingpin,” you pointed out. “We’ve just gotta clean it up…as usual.”

“Hey," he eyed you. But you both knew the warning had little heat behind it.

He still reached for your cheek and brushed his thumb across it. He felt how cold your face was, and he stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk. Neither of you cared when pedestrians gave you dirty looks as they passed by.

Maybe you were right though. Maybe he should take stock of the small moments. Ben held your face with both hands and caressed some warmth back into your skin.

Your smile softened, and your eyes closed when his lips found their way to your forehead. He then took the newly bought scarf out of your hand and wrapped it comfortably around your neck.

“What a gentleman,” you said, with a small grin.

Ben smirked down at you…until his face fell.

He heard the whistle of the bullet before he saw it.

It took him another second to move, grabbing you and shielding you with his entire body when it hit his back. The bullet itself bounced harmlessly off his skin, but the inner compartment of Novichok exploded like a small smoke bomb. The smell was too familiar to him to be anything else.

Ben coughed and was forced to push you away from him before the gas reached you. You yelped and almost tripped on your feet, but you scrambled back against the wall of a drycleaners. Your wide eyes met his as his knees buckled; the gas had clouded around his head.

“Run!” he shouted through fits of coughing.

You hesitated, for just a second. But when another bullet ricocheted into the wall behind you, near your head, you ducked and had to take off running.

You wove through the busy sidewalk, pushing people out of your way as you went. Whoever was after him this time, you had a feeling these were the people Ben had pissed off in Colombia.

Fuck! You sprinted past an alleyway and saw the hand coming for your arm, but even when you turned, there was another man, dressed a black military-style uniform with his face covered by a black mask, waiting to grab you from behind.

It was muscle memory. You released an elbow into the man’s neck, a punch straight into his teeth and nose, then kicked his knee out with the heel of your boot.

You grabbed your gun from under your jacket and would've shot him, except the next man wheelhouse kicked it out of your hand. You stepped back on instinct, ducking the following punch, and the rest of his arm to run in the opposite direction.

The first man pointed a large automatic gun straight in your face. You gasped and put your hands up. With a quick glance in either direction, you realized that they’d cornered you.

Your hands were pulled behind your back by someone else. That’s when they started dragging you toward a black SUV parked in the corner.

Except that car was soon destroyed, by an old Honda Civic being shoved into it. The SUV's hood constantined like an accordion.

You looked up with wide eyes, and there stood Ben, at the crossroads of the alley. He was furious.

“Soldier Boy,” greeted the man who once again held the automatic gun poised at you. He pulled down his mask, revealing the tan face of a middle-aged man.

He moved over to you and grabbed your arm from his subordinate. He raised the gun to your back. With one press of his finger, your insides could become Swiss cheese.

Your jaw clenched as you tried to take in even breaths. You focused on Ben. His green eyes met yours, and briefly you caught the worry behind them before his steely gaze moved back to the man who held you.

“Pretty ballsy, Reyes,” Ben said. His voice was a drawl, more controlled than he felt. “You really thought this was gonna go down that easy?”

Reyes scoffed. “You’re the ballsy one. Taking off with all that product you stole.”

“You’ll have to take up with the CIA on that one,” Ben replied. “They confiscated all the smack from my place. Probably reselling it to a few hobos down the street. You’re welcome to check under the bridge over there.”

He gestured in the direction of the Hudson River.  

Reyes shrugged. The sound of a gun’s safety being clipped back resounded through the alley. You felt the vibration of it on your back. Your eyes closed for a moment.

“Bad news for her,” he said.

"Hey," Ben snapped. "There's no fucking need for that."

"I think I'll decide what we need," said Reyes. Your lips pursed as the gun dug into your back. "Maybe it's your bitch's insides at your feet."

Ben slowly raised a placating hand. Though his gait was still relaxed and arrogant, as always, you knew it was a well-crafted act. To hide his anger. His fear. To seem in control of himself, and to reinforce the intimidating presence he still was, even unarmed.

“Listen. If it’s money you want, we can work it out,” Ben replied.

His eyes once again found yours. He could see you were holding your breath. You were good at hiding it, but he knew you were scared. He wanted to tell you that he had this handled. That everything would be all right.

He focused on Reyes again. The other man considered the supe with a tilt of his head. He sucked his teeth and spit on the ground, out of the corner of his mouth. It was mixed with a bit of blood from when you'd punched him in the teeth.

“Okay, my friend,” said Reyes. “Let’s work this out. Pull out your phone.”

Ben made slow movements in grabbing his phone from his pocket. They all stepped further into the alley to avoid prying eyes and discussed the transfer of funds, and how much was fair. Ben claimed he was giving him a deal with his first offer.

Reyes demanded three times that amount. Ben raised his brows...but he complied. The money transferred from his bank account.

“Okay, we’re fucking done,” Ben snarked. He gestured at you with his eyes. “Let her go.”

In his mind, he was already contemplating how thoroughly he'd rip Reyes apart for this. After you were safe. He'd have a first class ticket to Medellin by tonight, ready to Colombian-necktie this cocksucker.

Reyes sighed through his nose. There was still about ten feet between him and Ben. He didn't seem to think it was enough. He took the gun off your back and backed up with you a few steps. Eventually, he released your arm.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart,” Ben reached a hand out, beckoning for you. You met his gaze once again, and let out a subtle breath.

You took three hesitant steps forward.

And the gunshots echoed horribly through the alley.

As it turned out, Reyes always had an escape plan. You were merely the distraction.

It proved effective, as Ben’s protest rang out as soon as the bullets fired. He raced forward and caught you as you stumbled, but his hands soon became coated in your blood; it fled from your back in thin rivulets.

You gasped and clung to his arms. His ears rang with the sound, along with tires squealing and shouts and police sirens. All he could focus on was the color draining from your face.

Both of your breaths came out ragged as he slid with you down to his knees. He brushed your hair away from your face, even as his blood-covered hand stained your cheek. Your pained eyes drew up to his face. You tried to speak, but you didn't have the strength.

“I hear the sirens. They’re coming for you, take you to the hospital,” he promised. His voice was rough, but his throat was tight. His eyes scanned over you. “All you need is my blood and…Christ. Fuck it all.”

He laid you down on the dirty asphalt and hurriedly yanked up his coat sleeve until it ripped. It exposed his arm. He was about to drag a blunt nail across his own skin to bleed into you.

“Ben.” Your fingers twitched against his knee.

When he looked at your face, there was no longer life in your eyes.

His own were wide, almost uncomprehending. His breathing was harsh as empty hands fell to his thighs. His head felt heavy, though his ears were still ringing.

He drew enough strength in his hand to wipe the blood from your cold cheek…but your face was beginning to blur.

Or not, he realized, as the sting in his eyes took him by surprise.

In a fit of mania, he gathered you back up in his arms and ignored the wetness covering your back. He held you, impossibly tight. Tighter than he’d ever held you, because he was alone in the alley…because he was alone again.

And it was his own fault.

His eyes squeezed shut against the burn, but it was futile. Everything was. His breaths were sharp and stifled as pain tore inside. A pain worse than anything the Russian's could've inflicted on him.

His lips pressed against your forehead, trembling there. The first drops of wetness rolled down his cheek. He couldn't stop it from happening, but then again. He guessed he truly was a failure, after all.

You made the mess…

His first tears had been spent at his mother’s funeral, when he stood alone at her gravestone.

His last ones would fall and die with you.

“Ben,” your voice was soft but insistent.

He finally woke with a start. A sharp inhale through his nose.

He had been sleeping on his side. Before he even truly registered where he was, in the safety of his bedroom, he turned his head toward you.

His eyes found your face in the dark, over his shoulder. Your hair was frizzy from sleep. The strap of your nightgown had fallen off one shoulder. Your face looked bleary and tired, but you frowned in concern.

“You okay, baby?” you asked. Your hand soothed across the dewy skin on his arm.

Ben’s throat constricted. He was starting to remember bits and pieces of the dream…the nightmare. He rubbed at his eyes, then dragged a hand over his mouth.

“Yeah,” he said at last.

“Hmm.” Your gaze narrowed at him. “You sure?”

Ben had only enough energy in him to nod in response. His heart was still racing. Maybe you sensed that, because you leaned onto his arm and dropped a hand down his chest. You kissed his bare shoulder with soft lips, and he couldn’t help himself.

He raised a hand to cup the back of your head. He let out a long, relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes. Then he turned onto his back and brought you closer, with an arm slipping around your frame and pulling you against his chest. You made a sound of surprise, but you went willingly.

You brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face and pressed a kiss against his neck, to his jaw, his cheek and above his brow. He accepted it all and tried to calm his breathing with the feeling of your touch, and the smell of your flowery soap that lingered on your skin.

With a hand still cupping your head, he guided your lips to his. He claimed you slowly, but with purpose. You answered him by tilting your head, deepening the kiss for a moment.

You parted from him just as slowly. You knew everything wasn’t okay, but you also knew it wasn’t the time to push him for an answer.

Maybe in the morning, you thought. …I’ll make pancakes. Haven't done that in a while. And he’s always happier with something sweet.

You rested contentedly against his warm chest and let his heartbeat, gradually slowing back into a steady rhythm, lull you back to sleep.

Ben tangled his fingers into your hair. He laid one more kiss on the top of your head.

And for damn sure, he was going to cancel that trip into the city tomorrow.

AN: I know, I know. The "it was all a dream" thing is super cheesy, but I couldn't leave it on heartbreak. I just don't have it in me with these two. 🥲❤️‍🩹

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