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Aloha

Aloha part one ~ Bucky Barnes x f!Reader (no use of Y/N), read part two here!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: You arrive at a Hawaiian resort for your ex's wedding and a man named Bucky buys you a drink. You proceed to spend the next day with him, getting to know him and his friends.

A/N: New series! There will probably be five or so parts, with much more smut, angst, and fluff to come :) let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for this series!

Warnings: unwanted touching (not by Bucky), dom!bucky, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, spitting, choking, orgasm delay/denial, oral (f receiving), fingering, drinking, Bucky's got a filthy mouth

Word Count: 11k

Fucking Brock. You sit on the couch staring at the little cardstock rectangle in disbelief.

Join us in celebrating Brock and Marisssa’s special day! surrounded by hibiscus flowers and a tropical design. The flowery invitation theme makes sense when you read that the wedding is in Hawaii.

You hadn’t seen Brock in years. Three, to be exact. It had been in the soup aisle of the grocery store.

You had been reaching for a can of tomato paste to make spaghetti to eat alone in your little apartment. You looked a mess, having stopped at the store on your way home from a long day of work. You heard him call your name - his nonchalant, egotistical voice recognizable anywhere.

“Oh my god, how’ve you been? It’s been too long!” He had said, as if he had made any attempts to reach out to you - or had any desire to - since you had broken up.

“Oh,” you turned around to face him, “fine, you?”

“I’m doing great! Just here to buy some soup for my girlfriend, she’s been under the weather lately.”

Not even a minute into conversation and he’d mentiioned his new girlfriend. You had just broken up two months before. You tried your best to keep the look of shock and sadness from your face. How had he moved on so quick? Did your almost four year relationship meant so little to him?

You managed to give a small noncommittal smile and nod. He wasn’t paying enough attention to you to notice anyway, grabbing a couple of cans of chicken noodle soup and turning back the way he came.

“We should get together and catch up sometime!” he had shouted over his shoulder as he walked away.

That was the last time you had seen him. It wasn’t like the two of you were on bad terms or anything. The break up had been civil - civil as a breakup can be, anyway. You and Brock had begun dating in your freshman year of college. One day, in the middle of you and Brock’s senior year, he sat you down and said he needed to talk to you. He said that you were great and he’d always have a special place in his heart for you, but he just couldn’t picture himself with you for the rest of his life - so there’s no point in wasting anymore time, as he had put it. To be honest, you didn’t disagree.

You had been unhappy towards the end of the relationship. You could tell that Brock was distancing himself and the two of you got in little fights almost every day. You knew it wasn’t going to work out, but it had still left a huge hole in your heart. Brock was a big part of your life every day for four years, then all of a sudden he was just gone. A big piece of you was missing and you had to rebuild it yourself. Turns out Brock rebuilt that piece with another girl. If he ever had a piece that needed rebuilding in the first place, that is.

You really had wanted to stay friends with him after the breakup, or at least remain civil with him. He had never reached out after that day in the grocery store and you had no desire to reach out to him - you had healed yourself and decided you were better off without him.

You sit on the couch running your fingers over the rough material, rereading the words over and over again, trying to make sense of it all. You really don’t care that Brock is getting married, it’s not like you want him back or anything. But, at the same time, you weren’t necessarily chomping at the bit to go watch him and his fiancee celebrate their special day.

A vacation did sound nice, though. You’d always wanted to go to Hawaii. Plus, you figured some of you and Brock’s friends from college would be in attendance. The two of you had been in the same friend group when he asked you out. You lost touch with the friend group after the break up. You would see some of them in passing or in classes and share small talk, but you had stopped getting invitations to hang out with them. You weren’t one to hold a grudge, though, and it would be nice to see them again.

You mull it over for a little while before deciding that it would be a good move on your part to go, show Brock that you were still on good terms with him and that him getting married doesn’t bother you. You could take a break from work and get some much-needed sun and relaxation. You RSVP and check no, you will not be bringing a plus one.

The months leading up to the wedding follow the same, monotonous routine. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. Occasionally your coworkers would drag you out to the bar after work and you would go - desperate to feel some sort of belonging. Despite your efforts over the years, you had never gotten close with any of the girls at work. You got along with them okay, but you wouldn’t exactly call them your friends. Acquaintances was a more fitting term.

You do, however, have one best friend. The only issue is that she lives almost a thousand miles away. You had moved to New York for school and she had stayed back home in Illinois. You stay in contact with her and your family. Most days, talking to them makes you more homesick than anything else. You’d considered moving back more than once, but had ultimately decided against it each time - you’re scared to look like a failure. You don’t want to come running back home at the first signs of struggle. You want to prove to everyone back home that you can make it in the big city by yourself.

As the days go by, you find yourself looking forward to the special day. Not because of the wedding, but because you’re ready to escape the numb hell that your life has become. The wedding is on a Friday. You’re flying in on Monday and leaving Sunday morning. Six nights at the tropical resort Brock and Marissa have picked.

It’s the Sunday night before you leave. Your bags are packed and waiting by the door. Sleep comes easy, knowing that by this time tomorrow you’ll be drinking cocktailas at a pool-side bar, free from work stress and city traffic. Away from the city where you feel lonely among millions of people.

Usually when the ear-piercing, dread instilling sound of your alarm rings, you hit the snooze button and pull the covers tighter in attempt to hang on to your last moments of comfort and peace - or as close as you can get to that, these days. Today, however, is different. When you hear the all-too familiar noise coming from your phone, it leaves you with a feeling of excitement rather than depression.

You sit up, smile on your face, and get ready for the day. After showering and putting on your comfiest plane clothes, you grab your bags and head outside. You hail a taxi and can’t even bring yourself to be upset when he doesn’t offer to help you with your luggage. You smile the whole way to the airport.

I repeat, flight DL4567 is delayed by two hours. Boarding will begin at 12:10.

The universe has found a way to put you in a bad mood again. You’re certain whatever higher power there is had sent this sudden thunderstorm just for you. You look at your phone to check the time - 9:45. You had been sitting here for an hour already. The hard chair is starting to get uncomfortable, so you decide to get your second cup of coffee for the morning. You stand and grab your luggage, making your way to the end of the Starbucks line. You order your go-to drink and some breakfast.

Once you get your coffee and food you find a little table to sit at and pull out your book. You find yourself enthralled in your book and the time flies. A voice over the loudspeaker breaks you out of your trance.

Flight DL4567 now boarding.

You snap your book shut and clean up your table. You grab your bags and head back to your gate. After waiting in line for a little while, you finally take your seat on the plane. You put in your earbuds and watch the grey clouds outside - thankful you got a window seat. By the time the plane starts moving, you’re smiling again and counting down the time until your arrival.

You spend the first five hours of your flight reading and watching TV - you’re pleasantly surprised to see that they have your favorite show. Sometime after they serve lunch, you fall asleep. When you wake up, there’s only two hours left until arrival.

You watch the fluffy clouds outside your window and find that time passes quickly when you think about all the things you want to do in Hawaii. You also find that the time passes impossibly slow when you let your mind drift to New York and all your responsibilities. How is it that you haven’t even landed in Hawaii yet and you’re already dreading returning back home?

You see the beaches and the luscious green that fill the ground beneath you. You take in all the sights as best you can as you get closer and closer to the ground, preparing for landing. Your ears hurt slightly from the pressure change, but you’ve got other things on your mind.

After waiting some more to get your luggage, you finally manage to get on a shuttle and you’re on your way to the resort. You watch the mountains in the distance and the palm trees on the drive. You’re listening to your playlist through your earbuds and this is the happiest you’ve felt in a while. You could get used to this, you think.

Your jaw drops when you pull up to the hotel. The huge building is right on the beach. Sure, that’s what it had said online, but the real thing it’s even more staggering in person than it had been in the pictures. The sun beats down on you as soon as you step out of the shuttle, but there’s a nice breeze that makes it enjoyable. A worker hands you your bags from the back of the bus and you thank him. You roll them inside the resort, eyes widening even more when you see the inside of the place. You can’t wait to get your bags in your room and explore.

The receptionist is nice as can be and tells you to enjoy your stay as she hands you your key cards - like you’ll be needing more than one. You wheel your luggage into the elevator and press the number five. You’re astonished by the view when you step into your room. Your balcony faces the beach and you can see mountains in the distance. The evening sun is still shining bright and there’s not a cloud in the sky.

It’s just after seven o’clock by the time you’re done changing. You head down to the main floor and set off to explore. There’s a spa, an indoor and outdoor bar, a pool, a hot tub, a gym, and a restaurant. You decide to hit the outdoor bar and enjoy the last of the daylight.

You slide into a barstool. The warmth of the sun and the refreshing sea-side breeze, along with a couple cocktails, quickly put you into a relaxed headspace. You’d been looking forward to this for so long and it’s definitely all you’d imagined it would be.

The resort is pretty full, but not to the point where it gets on your nerves. The bar is occupied by a group of girls who look a little younger than you and some married couples.

You’re just finishing your second drink when something catches your attention - a loud, boisterous laugh coming from the other end of the bar. You lean forward to see a group of guys you hadn’t noticed before. The laugh comes from a man with chocolatey, smooth skin. He’s sitting with a gigantic blond man who is currently looking down at the bartop and shaking his head, a half smile on his face. The last man, though, is what makes you do a double take.

He’s got dark, fluffy hair. Though his stubble tries to hide it, you notice his sharp jawline. His shoulders are broad and his biceps stretch the sleeve of his t-shirt. He’s smiling, pearly white teeth on display. You find that you’re still watching him as he brings a bottle of beer to his lips and takes a swig.

You’re only snapped out of your trance when he looks in your direction. You quickly divert your eyes, but you aren’t quick enough. He catches your gaze for the briefest of seconds. You might be imagining things, but you swear you see the corner of his mouth curl up into a smile before he looks back to his friends - still laughing and yelling about something.

The sun has finally set and you decide on having one more of the fun, tropical drinks before heading up to your room.

You prepare to flag down the bartender, surprised when you find him already stopping in front of you, one of the cocktails you’d been drinking in hand.

“Courtesy of the gentleman at the other end of the bar.”

You quickly thank the bartender and look back to the other end of the bar where the group of guys had been sitting. They’re the only men sitting at that end of the bar.

The brunette is already looking at you. He gives you a million dollar smile and shoots you a wink before he turns, following his friends back into the hotel.

You sit in shock for a solid minute, replaying the wink over and over in your mind. Sure you’ve got a solid buzz and you haven’t been laid in a long time, but even if that wasn’t the case, you’re sure it would’ve been just as sexy. You’re only slightly ashamed of the small amount of wetness you feel in your panties.

You down the free drink and head back into the hotel. On your way to the elevator, you notice the man that’s been occupying your thoughts for the last 30 or so minutes standing at the reception desk. His hair is wet and his clothes are soaking through.

You quickly make your way to the elevator and repeatedly press the up arrow. You’re not sure where the sudden embarrassment is coming from, but your cheeks are red and you don’t want him to see you right now.

Unfortunately for you, you hear footsteps behind you and turn to find the same piercing blue eyes you had met across the bar staring back at you.

“Friends stole all the towels out of my room,” he tells you, holding up a stack of fresh ones.

Well that explains why he was at the reception desk, also why he’s soaking wet.

“Oh,” you manage a small chuckle as you look down at your feet.

You can’t help but feel embarrassed when he’s looking at you so intently, like you’re the only thing on his mind right now. It doesn’t help that he’s one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen and he’s talking to you of all people.

You force yourself to meet his eyes again, “Thank you, um, for the drink earlier,” you manage in a somewhat steady voice.

“Course, doll,” another smile.

The elevator doors finally open and he extends his arm, “After you.”

He follows you into the elevator and presses the number five.

“What floor are you on?” he turns, waiting for your response.

“Same as you, apparently,” you smile up at him.

You weren’t close enough to tell before, but he’s tall. At least six feet.

“I’m Bucky, by the way. Sorry ‘bout leaving before I could introduce myself earlier, but my friends were being a pain in the ass - pardon my language.”

You tell him your own name and he holds out his hand. You put your hand in his and expect him to shake it, but what he does next surprises you.

He gently raises your hand to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he rolls your name off his tongue, still holding your hand.

You try your best not to make it obvious that you’re swooning over this man. Heat returns to your core at the feeling of his rough hand engulfing yours.

The elevator bell dings, letting you know you’ve reached your floor. Bucky carefully drops your hand as the doors open. The two of you step out of the elevator and he stops.

“I’ll be seeing you around,” he says, holding eye contact with you.

“I hope so,” your buzz encourages you.

You smile at each other and when he turns to head to his room, you do the same.

“Goodnight, doll,” he shouts over his shoulder before disappearing into his room.

You can’t keep the smile off of your face the rest of the night. You’re in fucking Hawaii. A man straight out of your fantasies had bought you a drink, and he plans on seeing you around. You know it’s too soon to be thinking this, but maybe you’ll find a more unconventional way to relieve stress this week.

After you wake up and get dressed for the day, you head down to get breakfast from the buffet. You load your plate and find a table. You’re in the middle of chewing a bite of waffle when you see Brock. Him and a woman, you assume it’s Marissa, are grabbing plates and getting into the breakfast line.

Brock doesn’t notice you until after him and the woman have gotten their own food. You watch him as he scans the room for a table, his eyes eventually landing on you.

He calls out your name and leans down to tell the woman something.

“So glad you’re here! Are these seats taken?” he asks, not waiting for a response as he sits down, leaving the woman to follow.

“Go ahead,” you say. You’re somewhat glad to have some company, even if it’s a little awkward.

“This is my fiancée, Marissa.”

“So nice to meet you,” she offers her hand and you shake it.

Breakfast is filled with awkward conversation. You and Brock catch up a little bit, telling each other what you’re up to these days. After a few minutes, Brock pulls out his phone and doesn’t put it away for the rest of the meal. You talk to Marissa about the wedding planning and do your best to seem interested as she talks about flower arrangements for ten minutes.

Eventually, conversation lulls and you take the opportunity to get up.

“So nice catching up with you, Brock. And nice to meet you Marissa!” you say, heading to your room.

You decide on heading to the pool today and change into your bikini. It’s a black set that shows off your body without being too skimpy. You throw some clothes over it and grab your book before stepping out of your room.

Before you reach the elevator, you hear your name being called. You turn and see Bucky standing by his door.

“Where are you headed to?”

“I’m gonna go lay by the pool for a bit, wanna join me?” you answer, not sure where your courage is coming from.

Bucky grins as he responds, “Nothing else I’d rather do.”

You feel your face heat up.

“Lemme put some trunks on and I’ll meet you down there?”

“Sounds great, Bucky,” you nod at him before slipping into the elevator.

Once at the pool, you grab two towels. By some miracle, you manage to find two empty lounge chairs together. You set your things down and lay the towels over the chairs. You strip out of your clothes, leaving you clad in only the bikini, and apply sunscreen before laying down. You put your earbuds in and close your eyes and bask in the sun.

Maybe it's the sunshine, maybe it’s the fresh ocean air, or maybe it’s something else entirely, but you’re feeling the happiest you’ve been in a long time. You notice that instead of your usual RBF, you've been smiling almost constantly since your arrival.

When you open your eyes, you see Bucky standing a few feet away from you, steel blue eyes raking up and down your body.

“Oh, Bucky,” you pause your music, blush returning to your cheeks, “how long have you been standing there?”

“Shit,” he says your name, realizing he’d been caught staring, “I swear I just got here like ten seconds ago. I’m so sorry. Feel free to revoke my invitation because I was being a creep,” he grimaces, expecting you to be mad at him.

The way he looked at you was different than the way most men would look at you in a bikini, though. It wasn’t gross or pervy. It looked like he was genuinely just appreciating your body, rather than plotting how to get you into his bed. And he didn't make any disgusting comments or cat call you like other guys have in the past. Besides, you'd be lying if you said you didn’t get a boost of confidence from the way he looked at you.

“Hmm,” you put your finger on your chin, pretending to mull it over, “I’ll let you sit down, but only if you buy me another drink first.”

That familiar grin spreads across his face again.

“You got yourself a deal. You want another one of those gross cocktails you were drinking last night?”

“Um, excuse you, Mr. I’m too manly to drink cocktails, but I’ll have you know those were delicious.”

He chuckles and promises to be back shortly before walking toward the bar.

You play your music and wait for him to return. After a couple minutes, he returns holding a colorful, fruit filled cocktail and a beer bottle.

Bucky takes his seat next to you, beer bottle in hand. He lets out a sigh of relief as he lays back in his chair.

“So, not to be rude, but is Bucky your real name?”

“My full name is James Buchanan Barnes, if you must know. All my friends and family call me Bucky.”

You nod and take a sip of your drink.

“Man, it’s hot,” Bucky takes a drink from his bottle before setting it down and reaching down to grab the bottom of his shirt. You find it’s your turn to stare as he pulls it over his head, exposing tan skin and rippling muscle. Bucky gives you a cocky smirk when he notices you staring with your drink frozen midair, on its way to your mouth.

You quickly avert your eyes and feel the familiar dusting of pink return to your cheeks.

“Like what you see, doll?”

You simply shake your head at his teasing and smile, flustered as can be.

“So what do you do for work, Bucky?”

“Well I was in the army until a couple years ago. Now I’m a mechanic, I got my own shop with my buddies.”

You make a mental note to thank the army for mandating PT as you watch a drop of sweat roll down Bucky’s washboard abs.

“Is that who you’re here with?”

“Yeah. Me and Steve have known each other since we were little, actually. We met Sam when we joined up and after we all got out we opened up shop together,” a reminiscent smile plays upon his lips. “Those two knuckleheads are basically family. We decided to take a trip to celebrate the shop’s one year anniversary.”

“Speaking of family, do you have any?”

“My, uh,” his brows furrow, “my dad died when I was little, but I have a mom and a sister who’s a little younger than me. About your age, probably.”

His expression returns to normal in a split second, “Enough about me. Do you have family?”

“Yeah, but I moved away for college and never went back home.”

“Where’s home?”

“Ohio. I live in New York now.”

Bucky seems almost excited at this bit of information.

“Is that so?” he raises an eyebrow. “I live in Brooklyn.”

“Me too,” you share a smile.

Needing a break from the sweltering sun, you stand and grab your drink.

“I'm getting in the pool, care to join?”

Bucky wordlessly stands and follows you to the pool, smiling. You walk down the steps, drink in hand. Bucky, however, stops at the edge of the pool and watches you.

“You coming in or what?”

“In a minute, doll.”

Surprisingly, the pool isn’t that crowded. It’s huge, so the people that are in the pool are able to spread out and stay out of each other’s way.

It’s only once you’re standing in the pool, water up to your bikini top, that Bucky decides to enter.

Via cannonball.

You register what he’s about to do as he jumps in the air and wraps his hands around his knees and you yell at him, Barnes don’t you dare! but it’s too late. Next thing you know, you’re drenched. Your hair and face are soaked and there’s pool water in your drink.

Bucky emerges from under the water, smirk dancing across his lips. His expression falters for a second when he notices your angry expression, but you can’t keep the smile from your face when he shakes his hair out like a wet dog.

“You ruined my drink.”

“I’ll buy you another,” he says, taking the drink out of your hands and setting it on the edge of the pool.

He walks closer and closer to you until you’re just inches apart. He tentatively moves his hands under the water until they’re resting on your bare hips. His grip is soft, barely there. He’s giving you a chance to reject his touch, but all you do is gently move into his hands.

His grip becomes more firm and his eyes light up with a glint of mischief. Before you know what hit you, you’re being lifted out of the water, Bucky’s muscles flexing as he raises you up. Before you have a chance to stop him - as if you’d stand any chance against his nearly super human physique - he launches you back into the water.

When you emerge from the water, you see Bucky nearly doubled over laughing at the angry expression on your face. You really do try your best to be mad at him, but his shimmering smile and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes makes it hard.

“What. The. Hell,” you make your way back to him and move to smack his chest. Bucky has quick reflexes, though, and you find that your hand is trapped between one of his own and his muscular pec.

“That was revenge for the way you’ve been staring at me all morning when I’m unable to do anything about it.”

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his flirty words in an effort to keep up your mad facade.

“What if I drowned Bucky?” you deadpan.

“Wouldn’t let that happen,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Well, you’re still a jerk.”

“A jerk who’s talking to the prettiest girl in this resort,” he counters with a shit-eating grin.

Bucky drops his hand and, instead of moving yours away, you wrap both your arms around the back of his neck.

“Not for much longer if you pull another stunt like that, Barnes.”

“Sorry, doll,” the amused grin he’s still sporting makes you doubt his apology.

His hands return to your hips and he pulls you closer. He’s a fair bit taller than you and you have to tilt your head up to look at him. The sun is reflected in his ocean blue eyes and water drips down his face, getting caught in the scruff spanning his jaw.

Bucky leans down and lifts one of his hands to gently grab your chin between two long fingers. He softly directs you toward his own face. You can’t stop your eyes from flicking down to his pink, pillowy lips. You close the rest of the distance on your own.

Bucky is quick to kiss you back after your lips meet his. He caresses your lips with his own and he moves his hand to the back of your neck, pressing you against him harder. He swipes his tongue across your lips and you part them for him. You let out a small moan into his mouth and he gently takes your bottom lip between his teeth.

He pulls away, letting your lip free. You feel a throb in between your legs when he gives your neck a quick squeeze before letting his hand fall back to his own person.

“Fuck, doll. Don’t make me throw you into the water again.” He waits until he thinks you’re not looking before reaching down to adjust his swim trunks.

“You started it,” you reply as you make your way to the steps and climb out of the pool. “I need another drink,” you make sure to sway your hips as you walk back toward the bar, not needing to look back to know he’s watching.

You lean against the bar and are waiting to be helped when you suddenly feel a hand on your hip. You turn around and expect to see Bucky, only to be met with the sight of a man you’ve never seen before.

“Can I help you?” you remove the man’s hand from you.

“Nice bikini, baby. Lemme buy you a drink,” the slur in his words and his unsteady stance letting you know that he’s certainly not sober.

“No, thanks,” you turn back to the bar, making it clear you’re not interested.

The man either doesn’t get the hint or decides to keep trying anyway, because you feel both his hands land on your hips this time. He steps closer to you, his chest pressed up against your back.

Just as you’re preparing to throw an elbow into the man’s ribs, you feel his hands being ripped off of you. You turn around to see the man falling to the ground, Bucky standing over him.

“Get up,” Bucky demands, looking down.

The man, surprisingly, manages to get back on his feet and gives Bucky a death glare. Before he has a chance to give Bucky a piece of his mind, as you’re sure he was about to, Bucky grabs him by the collar of his shirt and leans into the man’s ear. He says something too quiet for you to hear and emphasizes it by using his grip on the man’s shirt to shake him. A few people around you are starting to stare.

The man’s face goes slack and he nods in response to whatever Bucky had said. Bucky shoves the man away and he nearly falls to the ground again. Bucky stares him down as he turns and walks away. Once he’s sure the man isn’t coming back, he returns his attention to you. Thankfully, everyone’s attention seems to be back to whatever they were doing before the commotion.

“You okay, doll? I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault, Bucky,” you give him a half smile to let him know you’re okay, just sick of men thinking they have a right to touch you. “I’m okay.”

“You still want another drink? Told you I’d buy it,” he goes to flag down the bartender.

You gently rest your hand on his bicep and he looks at you “Thank you, Buck,” you hope your genuine expression conveys that you’re not just thanking him for the drink.

He gives you a curt nod, “Don’t mention it. Just trying to be a gentleman.”

A few minutes later, armed with another round of drinks, you and Bucky are making your way back to the lounge chairs.

“So where are your friends today?” you inquire.

“Finally got those punks outta my hair for a little while. They went to hike up some mountain. Or maybe it was a volcano, I really don’t know.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?”

“I-uh,” he rubs a hand across the back of his neck, “let’s just say heights aren’t really my thing,” an adorable redness spreads across his face.

You nod, deciding to spare him any further embarrassment from teasing. The two of you sit down on the sides of your chairs, facing each other.

“So why are you here?”

You figured the question would arise eventually, but you had been dreading telling him the reason. It just sounds embarrassing to admit that you’re attending your ex’s wedding.

“I’m actually here for a wedding.”

“Oh yeah? Who’s getting married? Not you, I hope,” Bucky chuckles at his own joke but stops when you don’t so much as crack a smile. His face drops and he stares at you for a second before you notice his expression.

“No. God- no. I’m not engaged, Bucky. Very much single. It’s my ex’s wedding.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “Oh, wow,” you can tell he’s unsure how to respond.

“I’ve hardly talked to him since the breakup a few years ago. We’re on good terms, though. Actually ate breakfast with him and his fiancee this morning.”

“Well that’s good, I guess. That you’re on good terms, I mean. Why did you choose to come? Sorry if I’m being nosy, you dont have to answer.” “No, it’s fine. It’s a little weird, I get it. For the most part, it was a good excuse to take a vacation and hopefully see some old friends. It’s not like I still have feelings for Brock or anything, so I really couldn’t care less that he’s getting married. His fiancee seems nice enough. And things went okay this morning, so I’m hopeful that things won’t be too awkward at the wedding. Plus there’ll be an open bar at the reception,” you crack a smile.

Bucky listens and nods along. “Well I hope everything goes okay. I’m certainly not complaining that you’re here,” he gives you a soft smile.

Sunbathing next to Bucky and sharing laughter-filled conversation leaves you with such a serene feeling that you physically feel lighter and your mind feels clearer. You decide in that moment that this vacation was definitely worth it, you can feel your mental health improving by the hour.

At one point, you doze off and are woken to Bucky’s hand gently shaking your shoulder. You open your eyes and see him leaning over you, radiant smile on his face.

“Probably shouldn’t stay out here too long or you’ll burn to a crisp.”

You sit up and nod, “Good point.”

You and Bucky get dressed and gather your things before depositing your towels in the proper bin and heading inside the hotel. Once you and Bucky reach your floor, you stand and shuffle your feet, unsure of what to do next. Bucky sets a hand on your arm and you look up at him.

“My friends and I are going out to dinner tonight and, I’m sorry if this seems weird, but would you want to come with us? You don’t have to say yes, just thought I’d throw it out there,” he has a nervous look on his face and he chews on his lip while he waits for an answer.

You couldn’t be more thrilled at the fact that he still wants to spend more time with you, even though you’d been together a large chunk of the day already. You want to say yes, both because you have no other plans and because you’d love to spend more time with the man in front of you, but you don’t want to seem overly eager.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Only if you’re sure your friends won’t mind, that is.”

Bucky looks almost relieved and gives you a boyish grin. “Nah, Steve and Sam will be fine. I’m sure you guys will get along great.”

“Okay, Buck, looking forward to it.”

“Can’t wait, doll. I’ll meet you here at seven.”

Bucky seems to hesitate for a moment, but then leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, which you happily return. He pulls back and heads off to his room.

“See you tonight, sweetheart.”

You decide you have a bit of time before you need to start getting ready for dinner, so you grab your book and sit out on the balcony. You find that you have a hard time focusing on the words in front of you, though. The ocean waves and palm trees blowing in the breeze paired with the distant sounds of laughter and music coming from below makes for a pleasant distraction. Before you know it, it’s 6:45 and you scramble to get back inside and start getting dressed.

It isn’t until you’re searching through your clothes that you realize you don’t know where you’re going for dinner or how to dress. You only packed three dresses, a sundress, the dress you’re wearing to the wedding, and the one you decide on for tonight.

The black dress comes down to your knees with a slit up the thigh. It’s tight and shows off your curves. The back is open, with straps crossing in the center of your shoulder blades. The cut in the front is low enough that it shows off your cleavage while maintaining a classy enough appearance.

You decide to dress it up with heels - also black. They’re only a couple inches tall, so you can still walk in them somewhat comfortably. You’re thankful that you packed a decent selection of jewelry and throw on some silver earrings and a necklace.

You take a quick look at yourself in the mirror and can’t help but smile - damn you look good. You grab your clutch and open your door. You nearly walk into Bucky as you step into the hallway.

Bucky is wearing tight grey dress pants with a snug-fitting short sleeve black button up. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, giving you a peek of the toned chest hiding beneath. He’s paired the outfit with a black belt and matching shoes. He speaks before you have a chance to compliment him.

“Doll,” he looks you up and down, eyes wide, “wow. You look gorgeous.”

You feel yourself flush as you thank him.

“You look really good too, Buck. Where’s Steve and Sam?”

“I told them to wait downstairs for us. Wanted to prepare you for them. They can be a bit,” he pauses, searching for the right word, “much, sometimes. I told them to be on their best behavior tonight. They just have a way of embarrassing people, Sam especially. I’m sure they’ll be teasing me nonstop, so just ignore anything they say.”

You chuckle lightly, “Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

You and Bucky step into the elevator and take turns sneaking glaces at each other. Just before you reach the ground floor, Bucky leans over you, effectively trapping you between him and the elevator wall. Even in your heels, he has to lean down to be eye level with you. “I mean it, doll, you look stunning,” his eyes search yours, “Can I kiss you?”

You respond by closing the distance between the two of you. He reaches up and places a hand on the back of your head, holding you to him. The feel of his soft lips on yours makes you forget where you are. All too soon, the elevator door is opening and before you and Bucky have a chance to break away from each other, you hear a whistle.

“Damn, Barnes! Moving quick!”

Bucky quickly steps away from you but stays in front of you, shielding you while you take a second to collect yourself.

“Shut it, Sam,” Bucky says sternly. You don’t miss the red that creeps up the back of his neck. Nor do you miss how his tight pants do wonders for his ass.

After a second you step out from behind Bucky and extend a hand to the man, deciding to play it off.

“So you must be Sam,” you introduce yourself as he shakes your hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Steve responds when you shake his hand.

Steve and Sam lead the way out of the resort and you trail behind with Bucky.

“We heard about this place some locals recommended that’s supposed to be really good. We’re gonna take a taxi there. That okay with you?”

“Sounds great,” you smile up at him.

The four of you wait in front of the resort for the taxi.

“So,” Steve says your name, “you really spent all day with Bucky and he hasn’t made a fool of himself yet?”

“Whoa whoa whoa, I never said that. He’s lucky I’m even here right not after he threw me into the pool earlier. Although he did almost get into a fist fight defending me, so I guess it cancels out.”

Sam gives Bucky a grin, “Attaboy.”

“When me and Buck were younger, I used to get myself into all kinds of trouble and Bucky would have to end up kicking some dude’s ass for me almost daily,” Steve reminisces.

Bucky huffs and nods his head, “Punk dragged me into all kinds of trouble. Believe it or not, he wasn’t always this big. Needed to help him out or he woulda ended up bleeding out in an alley somewhere in Brooklyn.”

Steve’s cheeks heat up, but you have trouble picturing the man in front of you as anything other than he is now - huge and intimidating.

After a couple minutes of getting to know Steve and Sam a little bit, the taxi arrives. It’s a five seater car, Steve sits in the front with the driver and you, Bucky, and Sam climb into the back. Bucky sits in between you and Sam. The car is plenty roomy enough, but Bucky makes sure to sit close enough that his thigh is pressed up against yours. The drive is short and Steve pays the driver when you arrive. Everyone gets out of the car. Bucky offers you his elbow and you link your arm in his. He leads the four of you into the building.

“Hi, we have a reservation for Barnes.”

The hostess leads you out back to the outdoor seating and your jaw drops. The palm tree surrounded patio is right on the beach and you have a perfect view of the sun setting on the water. Fairy lights and tiki torches give the place a soft glow. A live band plays soft Hawaiian music on a stage.

Once you reach your table, the hostess sets down menus and silverware, before heading back inside. Bucky unlinks his arm from yours and he pulls out a chair for you. Before you sit, you turn to him.

“Bucky, this place is beautiful.”

“Glad you like it, darling.”

You sit and Bucky takes the seat next to you. By the time you snap out of your awestruck trance, Sam and Steve are both holding menus and arguing about something. You go to pick up a menu and notice Bucky’s eyes trained on you. He gives you a smile before looking down at his own menu.

The waitress comes to take drink orders and the three men all order whiskey. You decide to get something other than a fruity cocktail.

“I’ll have the same,” you say when the server looks to you.

You notice the way all three of their eyebrows jump at your choice. The waitress leaves and Bucky gently sets a hand just above your knee. He turns to look at you, as if asking for permission and you give him a reassuring smile. Conversation flows and when the waitress returns with the drinks, Sam and Steve immediately take a sip of theirs. Bucky’s eyes fall on you as you raise the glass to your lips. You keep eye contact with him as you take a drink, holding a straight face. You see of flash of something dark flash in his eyes and he moves his hand higher up your thigh and gives it a firm squeeze.

You continue to read the menu and decide on seafood - you have to, you’re in Hawaii - and so does everyone else at the table. It is the restaurant’s specialty, after all. By the time the waitress comes to take your order, the four of you are all getting along great.

“So you guys all work on cars, huh?”

“And bikes,” Sam nods at you.

“Do you guys all have motorcycles?” you glance around the table.

“Yeah, we do,” Bucky confirms.

You can easily picture him leather-clad, thick thighs straddling a Harley and his hand resting on the throttle. The thought makes you clench your thighs together and, based on the way Bucky’s thumb begins to rub circles into your thigh and he smirks at you, you assume he notices.

“So what do you have planned for the rest of the week?” Steve questions you, oblivious to Bucky’s hand on you underneath the table.

“Well I’m going snorkeling tomorrow. I also want to hit the beach, maybe take a surf lesson. Horseback riding and hiking sounds fun too, though. What all have you guys done?”

“Well,” Sam starts, “we just got in yesterday, so we haven’t really done much yet.”

“Oh, so you guys got here the same day I did, then. When are you guys leaving?”

“Saturday, how about you?” Bucky answers you.

“Sunday morning.”

“I’m sure you’ll be sick of Bucky by then,” Sam chortles.

Thinking about spending the rest of the week with Bucky puts a smile on your face and you hope he wants to spend more time with you, too. Eventually, the food comes and you all dig in. It’s so delicious that you’re not even mad about how expensive it was. Bucky lets out a groan of delight as he takes his first bite.

“This is so good, doll. You want to try?”

You nod and he raises his fork to your lips. He feeds you a bite of his food and you agree, it is delicious. You pull your attention away from Bucky just in time to see Sam whispering something into Steve’s ear, to which Steve chortles and nods.

“What are you guys talking about?” Bucky returns his attention to his friends.

“Nothing, man,” Steve dismisses him.

Bucky shoots them a warning look but drops it.

The rest of the meal is filled with stories from their time in the army and Steve informs you that Bucky was a sergeant. You’re thankful that they don’t pressure you with too many questions about your boring life back in the city. The conversation flows easy and after a couple more rounds of drinks, the four of you are laughing so hard that you’re drawing attention from other tables. When everyone finishes eating, you excuse yourself to the bathroom and find your waitress. You give her your credit card, insisting that she charges the bill to your card.

You’d been having a great time with Bucky and his friends so far and you wanted to thank them for inviting you to have dinner with them. They had been so welcoming to you and have made your trip less lonely, even if only for one night. You return to the table.

When the waitress comes back to your table, she returns your credit card to you and the three men share a confused look.

Bucky cocks his head at you, “Did you pay for yourself already, doll? I was going to.”

“She actually covered the whole table,” the server informs them before leaving.

“Wait, what? You paid for us all?” Steve asks in disbelief.

Sam looks to you, waiting for an answer. Bucky just looks at you, brows furrowed.

“Yeah. I just wanted to thank you guys for being so inviting. I enjoyed hanging out with you all tonight,” you look down at the table, feeling almost as if you’d done something wrong.

Sam says your name, “That was really unnecessary, but thank you. We enjoyed your company. We get sick of each other, it was nice to have you join us. I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah,” Steve concurs, “I’m glad you could come. You really didn’t have to do that, but thank you, sincerely.”

“It’s not a big deal, guys. It was no problem.”

You turn to look at Bucky. He’s still in the same position - eyes trained on you and brows furrowed. You worry you’ve done something wrong and gently reach between the two of you and take his hand in yours. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and finally speaks.

“Thank you,” you can tell there’s more he wants to say, though. Your group stands and heads to the front to wait for another taxi. After you step out the front doors, Bucky softly grabs your arm, holding you back. Steve and Sam continue walking.

“Thank you for paying, I really appreciate the gesture. But I invited you tonight because I enjoy spending time with you and I wanted you to meet my friends. You shouldn’t have had to pay for your own dinner tonight, let alone everyone else’s. I do appreciate it, though, and I know Steve and Sam did too,” he gives you a sincere look and you sheepishly look down at the ground. He lifts his hand to cup your face and tilts it up to him, forcing you to make eye contact. “But all that being said, don’t you dare try and pull that again,” he says in a more authoritative tone.

You feel a wetness forming in your panties at the soft yet demanding tone he uses. You’re too shocked at the sudden dominance that you can’t bring yourself to do anything but nod up at him.

“Good girl,” he praises in a low voice.

“You guys coming or what?” you hear Sam’s voice call.

You hadn’t even realized that taxi had arrived. Bucky leans down and presses a kiss to your lips before leading you to the car with a hand on the small of your back. Bucky sits inbetween you and Sam again and rests a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to slipping underneath the hem of your dress that had ridden halfway up your thighs. All you can focus on the whole car ride back to the resort is the feel of Bucky’s calloused hands on your leg and the pulsing at the apex of your thighs.

After what feels like hours, the cars pulls to a stop in front of the resort and you step out of car, followed by Bucky, who places his hand back on you immediately after he gets out. Steve and Sam make conversation, Bucky occasionally making a noncommittal grunt in response. After the elevator brings all of you to the fifth floor, Steve and Sam say goodnight and thank you again for dinner. You don’t miss the way Bucky’s hand tightens around your hip when they mention you paying for dinner. You say goodnight to them and they look at Bucky, probably expecting him to say goodnight and follow them back to their rooms.

You’re not quite sure what you expect Bucky to do, but all you know is that the tension is thicker than Bucky’s biceps that are currently straining against his shirt sleeves.

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit,” he tells his friends without taking his eyes off you.

“Okayyy,” Steve drags out the word as him and Sam turn and walk away, muttering and laughing to themselves.

Once you and Bucky are alone in the hall, he gently backs you up against the wall. He leaves one hand on your hips and tangles the other in your hair. He pulls you into a kiss that you fervently reciprocate. You’re sure that your panties are soaked at this point. You clench your thighs together, desperate for some friction. Bucky spreads your legs with his knee and slots his thigh against your center, forcing your dress to rise up. You moan into his mouth at the relief and buck your hips into him, your drenched underwear are dragging across his pants and you’re sure they’ll leave a dark spot from your arousal.

Bucky pulls away from the kiss, but pushes his thigh harder against you. He leans down to whisper in your ear. “Dirty fuckin’ girl,” his voice is filled with lust, “Rutting up against my thigh in the middle of the hallway, skirt up so anyone can see how soaked your panties are for me.”

You whimper into Bucky’s ear. It turns you on to hear such filthy things coming from his usually polite mouth.

“Please, Bucky,” you beg, desparate for release.

“Please what, babydoll? Tell me what you need,” he demands.

He presses his bulge into your stomach and you can’t string together a sentence.

“I know, honey. You just wanna come, huh?” he looks down at you with a pitying expression and you nod your head so hard you get dizzy, too fuzzy-headed to care how desperate you look. He chuckles at you, “Say it. Tell me you need me to take care of you.”

“Please, Bucky! Make me come, take care of me. Just do something, please!” you sound absolutely wrecked and the groan Bucky lets out while he rocks his hips into you lets you know he gets off on it.

“Fuck. Unlock your door, princess,” he tells you, pulling away and waiting by your door.

You’re surprised at how quickly you manage to dig you key card out of your purse and open the door in your aroused state. As soon as the door is open, Bucky grabs you and spins you around to face him.

“Jump,” he orders.

You drop throw your purse onto the table and wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck before jumping. He catches you by the backs of your thighs and effortlessly carries you to the bed, peppering kisses along your face and neck the whole way.

He throws you onto the bed and pulls off your shoes, placing a kiss to each of your shins. He then flips you onto your stomach and unties your dress. The way he manhandles you so easily sends a fresh gush of arousal to your core. He helps you shimmy out of your dress as he kicks off his shoes. You’re left in only your panties and he takes in the sight of your practically naked body and groans. He uses one hand to undo his belt and uses the other to reach down and palm your breast.

“Goddamn, babydoll. No bra?”

You don’t have the mental capacity to explain that you wouldn’t have been able to wear one with the open back dress, settling instead for reaching up and pulling him down by his collar until he’s straddling your hips. He leans back and unbuttons his shirt, exposing his broad chest and defined abs one button at a time, throwing it to the floor when he’s done. He has a dark trail of hair leading down into his dress pants where you can see the large outline of his hardened cock. He leans down atop of you, veiny forearms resting on either side of your head.

He snakes a hand down between the two of you and dips his fingers in the waistband. “Can I take these off, babydoll?”

You nod and reach to his neck, trying to pull him down for a kiss. Much to your dismay, he doesn’t budge.

“Need words, honey.”

“Yes Bucky, please.”

“Good girl,” he rewards you by leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

His hand makes its way beneath your panties and he runs a finger through your abundant wetness, dragging it up to your clit. He uses your slick to rub circles into the sensitive bud. He pulls away from the kiss and you try to chase his mouth. He stops you by holding your head to the mattress with a hand on your jaw. He squeezes your cheeks until your mouth opens. He looks down at you and spits directly into your mouth.

“Swallow for me, baby.”

You follow his order without a second thought. Once you swallow, he brings his hand down to your neck. He rewards you by bringing a finger to your entrance and slowly pushing into your tight hole.

“Fuck, doll. I wanna be in this perfect little pussy. Do you want that? Want me to fill you up with my big cock? Wanna feel me deep inside you?”

“Yes, Bucky! Fu- I want it so-fuck so bad.”

He quickly adds a second finger and begins pumping them inside you at a brutal pace. His hand on your throat tightens ever so slightly and he watches your face to gauge your reaction. When your eyes roll back into your head and your pussy clamps down on his fingers, he grins and tightens his grip a little more.

The lack of blood flow to your head makes you feel fuzzy in the best way. You feel yourself getting close to your orgasm. Bucky keeps his pace as he fucks you on his fingers and keeps a careful eye on you, watching for the telltale signals of your climax. When he sees you squeeze your eyes shut and feels your pussy clench, he pulls his hand out altogether.

You look up at Bucky and loosens his grip on your neck, but keeps his hand resting there. You buck your hips up, your orgasm fading away rapidly. Bucky uses one hand to pin your hips to the bed.

“Bucky, no,” you whine, “I was so close.”

“I know, doll,” he gives you a mischievous smirk. “You were a bad girl earlier when you paid for dinner. You’re supposed to let me treat you. Let me take care of you. You wouldn’t let me take care of you then, so I’m not sure I should take care of you now.”

“Bucky please,” you beg, “Won’t do it again, promise. Just-nngh just take care of me please. Need you to make me come,” you hope your pleading is enough to convince him.

Bucky lets out a deep groan and smashes his lips against yours. He makes his way down your torso, stopping to pay special attention to your nipples. He ever so softly bites down on your nipple and you thread your fingers through his hair. He continues to trail kisses down your stomach. When he reaches your panties, he places wet kisses against the soaked fabric. You try to buck up into his mouth, but his hand is still pinning you down.

Finally, he reaches into the waistband of your panties and you raise your hips, allowing him to pull them down your legs and throw them on the floor with your dress. You get another glimpse of the rock-hard bulge in his dress pants and you know that can��t be comfortable for him, but his attention is all on you right now. He makes himself comfortable between your legs and uses his hands to spread your pussy apart, getting a good look at it.

“Fucking perfect. Prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen, baby.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, his lips are on you. He sucks your clit into his mouth and flicks at it with his tongue. You grab onto his hair with one hand and grab the sheets with the other. The screams you let out are almost pornographic. He alternates between licking your arousal up from where it’s seeping out of your hole and giving your sensitive clit attention. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, you feel yourself returning to the edge of the orgasm you’d just been denied.

He laps at your core and uses both hands to hold your hips down onto the bed. When your heavy breathing and the movement of your hips give away your oncoming orgasm, he pulls away again.

“NOO,” you practically scream, on the verge of tears. “Bucky,” you sob.

“That one was for giving me a hard on at dinner when you downed that whiskey.”

Before you have a chance to complain anymore, he places one last kiss on your clit and stands from the bed. You watch as he undoes his pants and they pool at his ankles. You can see a wet spot on his boxers where he’d been leaking precum. He drops those too and you’re met with the sight of him. His cock bobs up against his stomach.

He’s thick and long, with a patch of dark curly hair at his base. The tip is pink and shiny with his arousal. Your mouth waters at the sight and you want nothing more than to lick it off, but he crawls back onto the bed before you can make any move to do so. He hovers over you and you can feel the weight of his cock resting on your lower stomach.

“You want this, honey? Want to come all over my cock? Want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk in the morning?” he ruts against your stomach, waiting for a response.

“Please, Bucky. ‘S all I want. Ah- fuck. Need it so bad. I need to come.”

“I got you, sweet girl,” he gives you a reassuring look as he grabs his base and guides himself to your drenched core.

He pushes his fat tip into you, watching your face for any signs of pain. You’re so wet and aroused that he almost slides right in. You try to push your hips down, desparate to feel him deeper. He’s quick to pin you down again.

“Greedy girl.”

He eases himself into you at his own pace until his hips are flush against yours. You feel his pubic hair rubbing at your clit and begin to claw at his back, needing him to move.

“Fuck me, Bucky. Ah- god damn it,” you look up at him with pleading eyes, “Need you to move, baby.”

For the first time tonight, he listens to one of your demands. He slowly pulls all the way out, letting you feel every inch of his cock before he slams back in so hard it pushes you up the mattress. He braces himself with one arm on the bed and holds your hip with his other hand and sets a brutal pace. He thrusts deep and hard, tip pounding against your cervix with every punishing thrust. He moves the hand on your hip to rub at your clit.

“I’m not gonna last long baby. Fuck- be ah- be a good girl and come for me.”

You’re not far off and when he hits that spongy spot inside of you, you let out a scream.

“Fuck, right there!” you pant.

He rubs at your clit and thrusts into your g-spot. You feel yourself hurdling toward your orgasm for the third time tonight. Except this time, when you clamp down around Bucky’s cock, he redoubles his efforts instead of stopping. You see stars when you reach your peak and you drag your nails down Bucky’s back.

“Such a good girl for me, fuck. Where-ah where do you want me baby?”

“Inside, Bucky, please,” you want to know what it feels like to be full of his cum. “I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck, doll. So fucking good for me. My girl’s so good.”

You don’t miss the way he calls you his girl. And you certainly don’t mind it.

Bucky’s thrusts become shallow and his pace falters. He slams into you one last time and buries himself as deep as he can before shooting hot ropes of his seed into you. Once he empties his balls into you, he leans down, bracing himself on his forearms so as not to crush you. He slots his lips against yours and the two of you share breaths as you come down from your highs.

Once the two of you have caught your breath, he slowly pulls out of you. He places a kiss on your forehead and walks to the bathroom. You eye the dimples in his buttcheeks as he walks away. He returns shortly with a wet cloth and kneels between your thighs. He gingerly cleans his mess, aware of how sensitive you are.

When he finishes, he throws the cloth onto the floor and climbs up the bed to join you. You climb under the sheets and fold them over on the other side, offering Bucky the space. He happily lays down next to you and pulls you into his chest.

“You’re beautiful, doll. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

“It was so good, Buck,” you manage to respond in your exhausted state.

“I’m sure you’d enjoy it more if I didn’t have to punish you, too,” you can’t see his face, but you know he has a cocky smirk on his face.

“You’ll have to show me, then.”

“Oh, believe me, sweet girl, I plan to.”

You fall asleep against Bucky’s strong chest, his hand scratching soothingly at your back.

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Care Package

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ You take care of Copia after he gets sick at the end of the tour

Warnings: Copia being dramatic while sick, fluff, sfw, 1k words, not proofread forgive me

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“I’m dying.”

Here we go. It was a good thing your back was turned because Copia would pitch a fit if he saw you rolling your eyes. You sighed and continued to pick up all of the used tissues that were littering the floor. When he let out a pitiful sigh you groaned, turning your head to glare at him.

“Copia, you’re fine.”

“No, no this is it. I can feel it.” You bit your lip to stifle the laugh that wanted to bubble out. Copia was endlessly dramatic whenever he was under the weather. “It’s near.”

“What’s near?”

“Death.”

“Oh Lucifer, you’re not going to die from a cold.” He started to respond but was immediately interrupted by a series of violent sneezes, the whole bed shaking from the force of them. You turned back to the dirty tissues, shoving them into a trash bag while he recovered. The sound of him blowing his nose filled the room and right when you were turning to check on him again a wet, balled up tissue hit you right in the face. “Son of a fuck! Copia!”

“Eh?” His adorably confused look stopped you from leaping onto the bed and strangling him, but just barely. The sight of his red, watery eyes made your irritation disappear. His face was flushed from the fever and sweaty locks of hair had fallen across his forehead. When Copia realized you were staring at him he groaned and threw his arm over his face. “You shouldn’t see me like this.”

“Like what?” You dropped the trash bag and grabbed another box of tissues, slowly walking around the bed to sit by his hip. He whined when you tugged on his arm so you could see his face. “Hey, like what?”

“Pathetic.” You cooed at him, reaching out to brush his hair back. He sighed when you placed your cool hand on his forehead. “Weak and old. Hideous.”

“Well, this is all true bu–”

“Dolcezza!” Copia’s voice broke while he whined and he was overcome with a fit of coughing. You helped turn him so he was coughing away from you, rubbing his back as they came to an end. “Ugh, why are you here?”

“Someone has to take care of you.”

“You’re going to get sick too.” He rolled back over on his back with a groan. “I don’t want you to catch this.”

“I’ll just have to risk it.” You smoothed his hair out again, giving him a soft smile when he met your eyes. “I want to take care of you, Copia.”

“Fine, fine. Twist my arm.” He managed a weak smile and you resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you, amore.”

“You’re welcome, Papa.” You reached towards his night stand and grabbed the damp cloth you had set there earlier. Copia let out a relieved sigh when you wiped the sweat off his face. “Now, I’m going to clean you up a bit and then you’ll need to eat something before you take any more medicine.”

“I couldn’t possib–”

“It's homemade chicken noodle soup.”

You laughed when he grabbed your hand, his eyes lighting up at your words.

“Did Secondo make it?”

“Yes, your brothers gave me a care package for you.” Copia sniffled a bit and you let him pretend it was from his cold. You got up to grab the laundry basket Terzo had given you and brought it over to the bed, setting it at Copia’s feet so you could show him everything inside. “Your ghouls also added a few things.”

“Anything good?”

“Primo gave me a salve I’m supposed to rub on your chest.” You shook her head at him when he waggled his eyebrows. Even when feverish he couldn’t help himself. “And Terzo added a book and these penis shaped hard candies for your throat.”

“Where does he find this stuff?” Copia made grabby hands for the candies and you tossed them over. He opened the bag quickly, popping one into his mouth and smiling around it. “These aren’t bad though, what book is it?”

“The Hobbit.” His eyes immediately started watering and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. He used to read that to me when we were kids.” Copia cleared his throat and smiled. “What did the ghouls send?”

“Um, Phantom knit you a sweater but he ran out of yarn so it’s missing a sleeve.” You held up the bright blue monstrosity that the quintessence ghoul had proudly shoved into your hands that morning. “Other than that you got some eucalyptus candles and tea, a few crossword puzzle books and Aurora is letting you borrow her box set of all the Halloween movies.”

Copia’s face lit up at the last item, both he and the ghoulette had bonded over an intense love for slasher movies. You laid the sweater over his chest and handed him the dvd’s then busied yourself putting the basket away and setting the candles around the room while you both pretended he wasn’t crying. After he blew his nose a few times you wandered back over, the book from Terzo in your hands. Copia yawned and settled back into his pillows while you fussed over him, helping him get comfortable.

“Will you read to me, amore?” You wanted to get him to eat some soup first, but rest would be good for him as well. As carefully as possible you got up on the bed and sat next to him, smiling when he scooted closer and rested his head against your thigh. “Just until I fall asleep.”

“Whatever you need, Copia. I’ll be right here.” His breath was already evening out, his body going limp as you ran your fingers through his hair. You quietly opened the book in your lap, taking a few seconds to watch him before you started to read. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”

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im-so-tired-sorry · 6 months

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Cramping

kiribaku x gn!reader

cw: reader experiences periods, mentions of blood, swearing, and pet names

a/n: ending is lowkey rushed but idrc at this point lmao

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you were in the kitchen cooking with your boyfriends. you three were making a stew that consisted of various meats and veggies.

it was truly a three person effort.

you three would walk around the kitchen for items that you needed and you would each kiss the shoulders of the other two if you happened to walk behind them.

but of course, in couple-y fashion, it turned into teasing and you guys had to mess with each other; you would purposely bumped into your partners and kirishima grabbed at tickle sensitive spots as he walked by. but bakugo would just keep cutting veggies.

that is until you bumped into him enough times, catching you laugh from him side eyeing you.

he grinned and grabbed a kitchen towel and when you caught your breath from laughing, he whipped it at you lightly, hitting the lower part of your stomach.

all of a sudden, a twisting, piercing pain stabbed you internally. you took a breath through gritted teeth, but you couldnt resist to crouch into a ball while holding the lower half of your torso.

of course, your boyfriends crouched to your side as soon as they saw you in pain.

“katsuki!! how hard did you hit them!!!?!?!”

“i didnt hit them that hard! i barely used any force!”

“well you clearly did if theyre in this much pain!!”

“it wasnt that!! it wasn’t that, i’m just cramping that’s all!!”

“oh”

…

“OH”

“well good to know you’re not pregnant.”

“katsuki! baby, what do you need right now. pain killer? heating pad? water?”

“to, fuck, to lay down.”

and with that, your partners went to work. kirishima carried you to bed to allow you to stay in your curled up position. once in bed, bakugo made you drink an entire bottle of water before allowing you to lay down, placing another bottle on the nightstand and passing you your heating pad.

your boyfriends helped you get as comfortable as you could, all while checking on the stew.

“you need anything else?”

with a yawn, you answered, “a nap. i think the cooking got me a little overworked.”

“and over heated,” kirishima said as he felt your forehead, “don’t worry love. we’ll finish cooking and i’ll try to sneak some in so you don’t have to get up-“

“hey! no eating in the room! especially any kind of soup. cause i know your clumsy ass will spill it on our sheets.”

you giggled before sensing blood flow through yourself from the added pressure. seeing you in the uncomfortable state sent worry to your partners, but you brushed it off and they left you to sleep.

you woke up a couple hours later to the sky in a darker light. you were in less pain now, but there was still a lingering tension below your stomach. it didn’t hurt, but it’s never a comfortable feeling.

you heard the bedroom door open slowly. “babe. you awake?”

“mmmm”

“tch, i’ll take that as a yes. sit up, i brought you food.”

“i thought there was no eating on the bed.”

“do you want it or not?”

slowly and still a little groggily, you sat up and katsuki handed you a bowl of warm stew as he sat next to you. the stew ended up really good, with the veggies well cooked and the meat tender.

“how do you feel?”

you shrugged, not just as an instant response but because there really was no way to explain it.

“is there anything i can do?”

“take this feeling away.”

he sighed and wrapped an arm around you. “sorry to break it to you, but i can’t, no matter how much i want to. what i, and eijirou, can do…is try and support you through this.”

you finished your stew and rested your head on his shoulder. “that’s more than enough.”

“katsuki!! i finished loading the dishwasher. is there anything else before i start it?” you faced the door where your giant boyfriend came in and leaned against the doorframe. “hey baby. you feeling ok?”

you shrugged in response.

“i’ll take this,” bakugo took the bowl and stood, “I’ll put this in the wash.”

you sat at the edge of the bed to grab your water bottle. after you took a drink and put it back on the nightstand, you noticed a pop of color on your light colored sheets where you were laying last. you gasped in surprise, realizing you stained the sheets with blood. you caught you partners’ attentions while they were both at the door.

“what happened?”

“nothing!”

“are you hurting again?”

“no! i mean kind of, but no i’m fine!”

“did you stain the sheets?”

you opened your mouth to deny, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to get away with it, so you shamefully looked away.

“oh baby,” kirishima walked up to you and held your face in his hands, “it’s ok! we just have to wash them and they’ll be gone. no need to be ashamed either, it’s natural.” he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“i’m gonna put this in the dishwasher and then come up to change the sheets. eijirou, do you mind starting a shower for them?”

“of course i don’t mind!”

a shower was a good idea. just to have a sense of cleanliness.

eijirou prepared the shower for you, and as soon as the water was warm enough, you hoped in. after a proper rinse, you dressed comfortably for bed.

returning to the bedroom, you noticed the darker sheets over your boyfriends already in bed. katsuki was reading his book and eijirou was on his phone, each putting their item down as soon as you entered.

“ready for bed?” kirishima asked with a dorky little smile.

you nodded, excited to rest with your partners.

before getting into bed though, katsuki made you drink more water.

you snuggled in between your partners as they cuddled around you, making sure you were comfortable and that they weren’t squeezing too hard.

and with that, you three fell asleep.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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Monster Trio Having “Flashbacks” (NSFW)

@roronoaswifey taught me something 😁

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of Sex the night before

Luffy (While Eating)

“Thanks for the food!”

“Yeah. Yeah. This is like the 4th plate.”

Sanji waved off to his bottomless pit he calls a captain to eat. Luffy indulges himself once again to a meal of delicious juicy meat.

The sweet and savory mix of the marinade Sanji cooked to the tender beef coated his tongue with each bite, Luffy hums at the table eating to himself.

However, he takes one big bite and some of the meat squirted out on the table and onto his fingers.

Without thought he sucked on his thumb,

and that’s when it happened.

“Lu—!” Your breathless moan echoing in his mind, your thighs trembling over his sweaty broad shoulders now lowering to the sides of his hips as Luffy sits up on his knees to get a good look at you.

“You came a lot.” Luffy spoke seeing your sloppy, wet slit, covered in his spit and remnants of his cum, “But m’not done eating you up, Y/n.”

He gigglies lowly, his right hand rubbing up and down your shaky hip and thighs. He wasn’t wrong, already being fucked dumb by his cock and without letting you breathe he goes back down on you to “clean you up” which was always Luffy’s favorite part of having sex with you.

“Lu…more…”

“Hm?” He plays dumb, leaning into your face, the tip of his cold fingers tapping on your sensitive clit from below making you hiss, “Whatcha say?”

“More..please, papi…please..”

Dammit you knew the magic word (or name in this case) and it fucked your captain up a little. Whenever he hears the purrs of his nickname only you give him it gets his mind so fuzzy.

Right before he goes back down to finish the job he sticks his thumb inside your slit, wiggling it a little, cock twitching at how slimmy and wet you were, squirting just a little more on his wrist.

“Damn..” He looks at his hand, right before he takes a long lick from his wrist to his thumb, popping noises is the last thing you hear paired with a satisfied chuckle before he—

“Lu!” You snapped at his big doe eyes, He finally blinks and chokes a little at the remnant of food he has in his cheeks, you laugh a little. “You okay? You just was in some other planet just now mid bite.”

Not knowing what to say, he stares at you. Face unreadable to you which makes you stare at him back.

Your beautiful innocent smile that was once quivering lips of his name last night. He wasn’t sure why he had such a random memory of something you both do so often, but now wasn’t time to think, because once he took his last bite he took YOU back to recreate the mess he made of you yesterday.

Sanji

You are such a special woman to him. So special that he even wanted to keep you beside him as he cooked.

“Whatcha makin’ today, pretty boy.”

Sanji smiles, stirring the boiling pot of soup as you sat on the counter beside him, pink dusted his cheeks hearing your nickname for him.

“Just lunch, sweetheart. Wanna try some? See how you like it.”

“I always love your cooking, Ji….but yes I do.”

You share a giggle as he places the wooden spoon to your lips, his other hand cupping below it you slurp the delicious meal he made, slightly rolling your eyes back at how amazing it all melted in your mouth.

However, some of the soup dripped down your lip and to your clevage causing Sanji to quickly grab a paper towel and wipe it for you, leaving you a little warm in the face for when he wiped your breast so cautiously, moving up and down your chest seeing it wiggle with each movement he did.

And he noticed to, “Oh…sorry…”

“Don’t be. You can do whatever you want I won’t get mad.”

You peck his cheek before leaving the kitchen to use the bathroom and left him with his thoughts.

his eyes going back to the pot but his mind now to earlier this morning.

“F-fuck!”

This was such a sight for sore eyes, your pretty supple tits wrapped around his cock, tongue laid flat out to swirl around his blushing tip each time he thrusted upwards.

“Y/n…Y/n!”

His voice is a broken record to your name, repeating it, being so needy for more of your touch, his hair was a wavy sweaty mess, hip thrust, head falling back. He couldn’t believe he never asked to be waken up like this sooner.

“Cu—cumming again ah fuck im cumming again! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“Cum for me, Ji.” Your words are just broken moans somehow getting just as much pleasure as your pervy cook just from watching him glide his cock between your tits.

He does so, leaving your neck down coated in his sticky cum, you couldn’t even enjoy the feeling of it dripping down your skin before Sanji grabbed your throat to kiss you. He moans so slutty, it vibrates on your tongue, he nearly swallows it whole once he shoves his inside your mouth.

“S-sorry…lemme…repay you really quick…” His lips tremble against yours with a slight grin.

“Do whatever you want to me, Prince…I’m all yours.”

You in an instant felt Sanji pull you up to lay you back on the bed, his head leaving open mouthed kisses all over before he reaches the special spot right between your legs,

“Oh!…Sanji!…San…Ji!”

“SANJI!” You snapped at him. He blinks repeatedly and almost notice his soup burning he panics to move the pot. “You okay baby?”

He turns to you, eyes immediately looking at your chest again, how supple they look, and how even prettier they were when—

“Y/n, my love….can we go to your room really quick?”

Zoro

“1,579…1,580…”

Zoro spent his afternoon like he usually does training. You however wanted to ask him if he wanted to have lunch so when doing so you interrupted him.

“In a minute, woman….I’m almost done.”

“You always do 2,000 pushups cant you cut it today?”

“No! I have to get stronger.”

“Ugh. Fine. You’re so mean when you ignore me.”

“I’m not—-whatever.”

You stick your tongue out at him before leaving to eat. Zoro grunts a little more and finishes his set when he gets reminded of yesterday’s training with you.

“Z-zoro! T-too too much!”

If there was one thing Zoro loves more than Sake and his swords, was your face when under him.

“C’mon…gimme 2 more.”

Your ankles on his shoulders, back on the cold wooden floor of the Crows Nest you try your best to contain your breast but no longer were you able to do that when Zoro presses himself further into you.

“TOO MUCH!”

Your cries were on deaf ears, he was already fucking you into over stimulation. Just cumming twice and he didn’t even give you a moment to ride out the high just for you to get closer to a newer and harder orgasm than before as Zoro forced you to take all he had to give you.

Your mind couldn’t even begin to figure out whether to ask him to stop or keep going, but your body was starting to speak for you.

“Got damn girl—fuck! Locking me in huh—ah fuck!”

You wrapped your ankles around him, your arms above your head, now given up to the erratic hip snaps that Zoro was giving you.

“Ganna cum? hm? “

His fucking heavy breathing and his slurred voice in your ear made you clench down harder, hand right on his undercut about to claw it, if he kept talking to you. He knew exactly how to get you riled up by his voice.

“You’re so…mean fuckkkkk…” You whined leaning against his sweaty face as he was buried in your neck he down a low chuckle and picks up to pace. He doesn’t need you talking right now he needed you to be too dumb fucked to do so.

“C’mon. Cum for me. Do it c’mon baby..cum on this cock for me please.”

His palm moves to your lower belly pressing down of the vague bulge of your belly, and your eyes nearly pop put of your socket body shaking against his as you just couldn’t stop convulsing, crying his name in his ear up until—

“AH FUCK!”

Zoro falls face first on the floor, not realizing he space out holding a plank for way too long. He looks up from the floor and huffs.

“That damn woman…shit.”

At lunch you couldn’t figure out why Zoro’s hand kept caressing your thigh as you all ate. He wasn’t really into PDA like that so it startled you a bit.

Eventually though.

He fessed up and it led to another training session.

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helplesspuppet-bsd · 2 months

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They take care of you when you’re on your period

Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor

Fem! Reader, Comfort, ooc(?), minor mention of suicide (it’s Dazai)

Chuuya

Chuuya noticed almost at once that something was off when he ran into you during work. He went over to say a quick ‘hello’ wanting to know how your day was. But you only seemed to hide yourself from him.

“Y/n!” Chuuya called out as he walked over to his beautiful girlfriend, you didn’t turn to turn to face him, you didn’t want him to see you like this, you had finished crying at the pain your cramps had given you, and not just wanting to go to the store to get painkillers.

You felt his hand on your shoulder “Baby...?” His voice was laced with concern and confusion. He remembered you acting normal this morning.

‘Did something happen? Is she okay? Why is she hiding her face from me? Why isn’t she responding to me’ Those were the thoughts that went through Chuuya’s head before trying again “Baby... Why won’t you turn to face me?” His voice was now smooth, while still having that concern for you, Chuuya showed little care about showing affection to you in public at that moment when you still didn’t respond to him, his relationship with you was well known in the mafia, they knew you came first above all in his eyes.

Chuuya had begun to place light kisses on your neck and behind your ear while his hands rested on the top of your arms, his touch was gentle has he whispered in your ear “Please... Look at me...” Chuuya’s silent plea was only for you to hear. Your body was relaxed with everything he was doing.

You did not notice him turn you around to look at him until you were looking at his face “Baby... Are you alright?” Chuuya asked, his voice soft and caring. You looked away in embarrassment “I’m fine, Chuuya.” You responded in a mumble as you avoided making eye contact with him. Chuuya sighed, he didn’t believe a word of that, but he had a job he should be doing “We’ll talk when we get back” Chuuya said as he placed a quick kiss on the back of your hand and went back to the men working under him.

Later that night, Chuuya was home a bit later than usual, you were curled up on your and Chuuya’s shared bed, taking all the coves and wrapped in a cocoon. You heard Chuuya’s footsteps and the scent of soup, the door opened “I figured this was the case” Chuuya said as he walked in the room, using his foot close the door as he carried a tray with soup, water and antibiotics. He placed the tray on the bedside table and sat down next to where you laid.

“How...?” You asked with meek voice, you didn’t look up at him as Chuuya let out a laugh “Baby, we have been together for almost a year now, I think I can notice a pattern between a normal day, and when your body decides to betray you.” Chuuya said as he put his hands through your hair. He stared at you for a minute “Alright Y/n, sit up.” Chuuya ordered as he placed his hand under you, ready to help you sit up.

After a minute you, with Chuuya’s help, sat up. Chuuya picked up the tray and placed it on her lap, “Come on, eat up baby.” Chuuya said as he urged you to eat the soup. His smile was everything when you looked up at him, that smile, the smile he gave you as his eye was filled with nothing but adoration. That smile would make you melt. You brought the bowl closer to you and began eating the soup. Chuuya watched you eat the soup as he kept that smile on his face, you see the antibiotics on a small plate the tray with water next to it.

“I didn’t know if you were in any pain still, so... I wanted to be safe.” Chuuya admitted as he watched you put the tray to the side, “I love you...” You whispered as tears fell down your face, Chuuya placed his gloved hands on your cheeks, holding your face in his palms, as you sobbed “I love you so much...” You said again as Chuuya soon placed kisses on your face, laying down on the bed with you, his arms now wrapped around you.

“Don’t cry baby...” Chuuya whispered in your ear as you relaxed in his arms, your eyes growing heavier as you closed your eyes and quickly fell asleep in Chuuya’s arms.

This brutal and ruthless mafia man quickly melts into your soft boyfriend whenever he is home with you, no matter for how long that is.

Dazai

Dazai was always one to know when something was wrong, mainly because you make it obvious to him. “Dazai...” You whine as you wrap your arms around his waist. You didn’t want him to leave yet, “Y/n...” Dazai repeated, copying the whiney voice you were playing on your own voice “Do you want anything?” Dazai then asked in his normal smooth voice. “Yes... The sweet embrace of death.” You mumble, before you hear Dazai give out a light chuckle “Tempting... But I’m not going to commit a double suicide with you just yet.” Dazai said as you pried himself off you “But, I can get you some antibiotics.” Dazai said as he walks into the kitchen.

He came back a minute later with medicine and a glass of water. He gave them to you and sat back down next to you as you took the medicine. You wrapped your arms around Dazai, and he returned that.

“You’re staying because you want to annoy Kunikida, don’t you?” You whisper as you relax in his arms “No. I just want to make sure you are okay before I leave” Dazai said as he tried not to make it obvious that he was, even though there was truth in what he was saying as he placed soft kisses on your head as it rested against Dazai’s stomach, as he petted your head “You’re terrible at lying to me Dazai.” You whispered as you enjoy the affection Dazai gave you. As you close your eyes, falling asleep again, while hearing “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

It had been only an hour or two before you woke up, you weren’t in Dazai’s arms anymore. Instead, you heard Kunikida’s annoyed voice talking to Dazai. You stood up and walked over to the in the bedroom “Kunikida?” You mumble as you see an angry Kunikida held Dazai by the collar of his shirt.

“Oh... Good Morning Y/n.” Kunikida greeted as if he wasn’t holding your boyfriend “Um... I’m sorry, it’s my fault for keeping Dazai here.” You apologized while giving a small bow of respect towards him “Wait, you were being serious Dazai?” Kunikida said as he let go of Dazai “Of course I was.” Dazai responded “You see, Y/n over here wasn’t feeling well this morning, and I wanted to take care of her.” Dazai said as he went over to you again “You make it sound like I’m sick.” You say with almost as a question.

“What? Of course you are!” Dazai said as he placed his hand on your head as you just stared at him like you were going to kill him. Kunikida left at that point, getting the main gist of what Dazai meant by ‘not feeling well’

Dazai, seeing that he doesn’t have any backup in this situation, he had one more trick up his sleeve, as he placed his hand on your cheek “Come on... You know you can’t be mad at me forever.” Dazai said as he brought his face closer to yours, as a blush appeared on your face “You’re just using this as an excuse to stay off work.” You said as you pushed him away but allowed him to have his arms wrapped around your waist. “Come on, wouldn’t you like to have me for a whole day” Dazai teased as he quickly stole a kiss from you, his reason to live.

Dazai picked you up and brought you back to bed, “Now... I’m going to go and get something for us to eat, let me know if you need anything.” Dazai said before he left to the kitchen.

You could only give a smile as he walked away.

You loved your suicidal maniac. Even with all his quirks.

Fyodor

You had stayed in bed, rarely getting up for anything, you were in so much pain. It stared later in the day, after Fyodor disappeared to work, you doubt he would’ve come out until the ungodly hours of the night.

You didn’t hear the door open or close, nor did you hear footsteps come closer to you until you felt the weight on the bed shift. You turned to see Fyodor’s face “Fyodor?” You mumbled, it was loud enough for him to hear, “You haven’t come in yet, Lyubov.” Fyodor was normally a cold, unfeeling man.

“Oh...” You replied as you had just realized the time it was late in the afternoon. “What is wrong?” Fyodor asked, he was not an idiot, you knew you couldn’t lie to him, but you were also embarrassed about it.

“Lyubov?” He leaned in closer to you, his sharp eyes pierced through yours. “It’s embarrassing, Fyodor.” You whispered as you looked at him, he only looked at you for a moment before leaning forward to place a light kiss on your temple. “I’ll be back, Moya Lyubov.” Fyodor said before he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

It took him until the early hours of the night before he returned, with a bag of food for you, there was a lot of it, as the mere sight caused your mouth to water and your stomach to rumble. Fyodor only let out a small chuckle as he sat on the bed again, he took out some a box, it was a Japanese take out, sushi mostly. You sat up and looked at him with a questioning look.

Normally, Fyodor wouldn’t bring the address that he and you live at for anything, it confused you. Fyodor picked up on your confusion and only said “I asked a colleague of mine to bring it.” That made more sense to you, but, nonetheless, she was happy that Fyodor did this for her. You ate the sushi that Fyodor gave you, he looked at you while smiling. “I must say... Your beauty increases whenever I see that face of pleasure you hold” Fyodor flirted as he watches you with admiration.

“Darling... I must go grab something.” Fyodor said as he walked to the door, opening it, and mentioning as he left the room, “It will not be long. I will be back soon.” You could hear the amusement in Fyodor’s voice, as well as his smile. You continued to eat, even as Fyodor came back in a minute later. You heard something being put on the ground, as a familiar tune starts to play.

You looked up at him and saw that he brought his cello into the room, you watched as he played the song you’ve heard him play so many times, yet he never tells you the name of. “You never tell me what you play whenever I am not at my greatest Fyodor.” You say, as his eyes are closed as he expertly played the cello, being confident that he can play without looking at the chords he is playing.

He only chucked as he looked at you with his usual smile “It is only a simple melody. Nothing much to the average person, at once myself. But you love it so much I cannot help but relate it to our love” Fyodor answered, his eyes held nothing but love for the woman in front of him as his expression softened.

“But even then... Nothing could describe my love for the angel god sent down to me. The love that courses through my very body for you. It makes me forget about being both crime and punishment. You are the one thing I cannot afford to lose” Fyodor said, he kept playing, kept looking at you, as you stared back at him, your eyes are filled with love, you felt tears rolling down your cheeks.

Fyodor let the melody play out before he walked over to you “Does my words of truth make you feel so many emotions it brings you to tear?” Fyodor asked as he sat down on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb to wipe the tears that fell down your face. “I wonder what my kiss would do to you right now.” Fyodor teased before he chuckled and went in to kiss your lips. You couldn’t help but melt into it, his cold hands felt heavenly as he held your face.

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lokischocolatefountain · 11 months

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Sickness and Health

A married!Javi Drabble based on this request

Series Masterlist

Rating: All fluff except for a few inappropriate words

A/N: I had to use this gif because I couldn’t think of anything for sick Javi. Just imagine he’s wiping his snot instead of his sweat (you’re welcome for the new mental association I’ve created)🤪. I got this request a month ago and I’m writing it only now 🙈 Sorry anon requester, but I hope you see this and like it 💜

I’ll be fine, he said. It’s just allergies, he said. My god querida, stop mothering me, he said. Yet here he was, flopped on the sofa with a leg on the floor as he snored. The man never came home before her. There were times when he’d come home briefly in the morning to shower and put on a fresh set of clothes before bolting out the door with nothing to spare her other than a rushed kiss. And now here he was at 5 PM, sleeping.

She placed a hand on his forehead, wincing when she found him burning up. Not to say she told him so, but she told him so. But he would hear none of it. The man dropped her off at work with the promise that he’d take an Advil if he needed before driving away to the embassy. He probably forgot. Or his promise was made just to placate her, stop her from being the nagging wife.

She didn’t quite know how to do it, the wife thing. Was she supposed to force a pill down his throat? Would she be the annoying nagging wife men talked shit about to their friends if she did? Was she supposed to leave him be? Would she be a bad wife for neglecting him and letting him go to work ill?

Knowing the man, he probably didn’t have anything to eat. His only intake was whiskey and tobacco from all the smoking he did. Was she supposed to pack him lunch? Send food to the embassy? She didn’t know. He never asked for anything and was happy to eat what she gave him when he came home. She provided dinner, leaving it on the table and leaving a note on his bed reminding him to eat it. Sometimes she managed to force a glass of OJ into his hand in the morning. But that was all. Lunch was a big question mark. What he ate when in Medellin was a blind spot.

Retrieving some chicken, carrot, celery and broth from the refrigerator, she got to work. With some time, spices and low music playing on the radio, the soup was ready to be served.

She poured some into a bowl, placed it on the coffee table and hovered over him. Beads of sweat had collected on his forehead, either from the hot weather or his sickness. Messy black hair stuck to his forehead and she reached over and pushed it back.

“Javi…”

Nothing. She placed a hand on his shoulder and shook gently. “Javi?” He stayed still as a rock. Goddamn. The man usually woke up at the slightest noise. A bullet could leave a gun two miles away and he would hear it. It was rare that he slept at all, so when he did, she did everything in her power to keep his surroundings quiet.

“Mi amor…” she called, caressing his sweat soaked forehead. “Come on, get up. You need to eat something.”

He trembled under her touch and whined something incomprehensible. She tried again, called his name while giving gentle rubs to his shoulders. “…hurts.”

“I know, baby. I know,” she said, smiling at his half-awake form. He looked so sweet like this, so innocent and childlike. She wanted to pick him up like he was a puppy and give him a million kisses. He might be a big bad federal agent but sleeping on their couch like this, he was her little puppy.

“… ‘s the paperwork and…Wysession…la Quica…umm and yeah what do I think?” He mumbled, making her laugh. This fucker would not survive without his job. It took a few more tries and sweet words, some of which embarrassing enough that she’d never repeat to him if he were awake. His eyes opened a little, his mumbling about work dimmed down and he spoke her name.

“Yeah. It’s me. Get up. I made soup. You should have some, have a Tylenol and sleep on the bed. Okay?”

“What time is it?” He asked, sitting up suddenly.

“Six thirty three.” The man always wanted the exact time. No rounding up or down. It was unnerving.

He buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palms. “Fuck. Got an early meeting at eight with Noonan. Gonna be late. She’ll kill me,” he said, getting up. He hunched over the couch, hand gripping on to the leather of the headrest for support as his other hand clutches his head.

“8 PM is not an early meeting. Unless you’re talking about a meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning.”

“Tomorrow? Wait, what’s the time?”

“Six thirty. In the evening. You have a bad fever and you were asleep on the couch when I got home at five.”

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah. Fuck. Now sit down and have some soup. You can’t have Tylenol on an empty stomach.”

“Actually, I can. The body absorbs it faster on an empty stomach.”

“Alright buddy, sit down and have the soup,” she said, coaxing him to sit next to her on the couch. He sat a bit too close to her, leaning on her shoulder and placing his weight on her.

“Feel like absolute shit,” he said, dipping the spoon into the bowl of hot soup. He blew on it once and then twice before drinking it. “So good.”

“Thank you, baby,” he said, pulling her to his side. She did not want to contract whatever he had and proximity would increase the chances of infection. But she didn’t have the heart to push him away. Even on a normal day, the man liked physical contact with her. It could be anything from a hand on her back when they were out in public to full on cuddling her in bed. He just showed his affection through touch. She didn’t want to deny him affection when he was so vulnerable and soft.

He drank it down quietly, wincing every now and then from his headache. He even surprised her by asking for a second helping and she gave it to him gladly, even topping his bowl up another time when he wasn’t looking.

“Now Tylenol.”

“Nooo,” he whined, flopping back on the backrest of the couch. “Hate pills.”

She laughed and popped a pill out of the foil wrapper before handing a glass of water to him. “Aww, is the big baby afraid of pills?”

“Not scared,” he pouted and folded his arms over his chest, looking like a petulant three year old. Good god. Was this really the man being paid by the US government to catch Escobar? Or was he the secret sweet cuddly twin to her grumpy sassy Javi?

“Right. Definitely not scared. Now have it.”

“I’ll be fine without it. Just need to sleep.”

“Sure, Dr. Peña. If you say so,” she teased. She was definitely noting down all the details of his behavior in her head to tease him with later. “Can you have the liquid Tylenol?” She asked, recalling seeing a bottle of it in their medicine cabinet.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said, getting up to go fetch the Tylenol for him. Before she could step away, his hand wrapped around her wrist. She looked back at him to find him staring at her with those big brown eyes, all wide and precious. He was still grumpy, but less intimidating and more adorable. “I need to take my hand with me, Agente…”

“No.”

“No?”

“Don’t go. I miss you.”

“It’ll just be gone for a minute. I’ll get you your Tylenol and be right back.” Huffing, he finally let go of her hand. When she returned, he smiled up at her lazily before grabbing both her wrists.

“Javi…I can’t give you your medicine if you don’t let go of my hand.”

“Exactly.”

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of this too. There is no plan C, Javier. Pill or this,” she said, holding up the bottle of the liquid acetaminophen.

“That tastes like shit.”

“Yeah. You’ll survive.”

“I wooooon’t,” he whined, pulling her onto his lap. He may be very sick, but he was still strong and worse, unaware of how much force he exerted. She fell with her face forward, smushing into his chest. She made a low sound of satisfaction before wrapping his arms around her and settling his chin on her head.

“Bebito…”

“‘m not your bebito. I’m your husband.”

“Yeah yeah. Then stop acting like a bebito, bebito.”

“Don’t do this to me. That thing tastes vile. Tastes like shit. Like, like horse shit mixed in with rat poison.”

“God, you drama queen,” she teased, adjusting herself on his lap to sit up properly. “It’s just 20 ml. Have some of it, drink some water to wash the taste off and go to bed. God knows you need the rest.”

“Fine. On one condition.”

“Uh huh?”

“Bit of whiskey after the medicine.”

Absolutely not.

“Of course, baby. All the whiskey you want,” she lied through her sweet smile. She did not have the energy to argue with a gigantic baby she couldn’t yell at. She’d make him have the medicine first and figure out the rest when she had to.

At the mention of whiskey, he smiled wider than the day they got married and happily let go of her wrists. She hissed at the dull pain around them, flushing when she realized just how strong he was. Yet he never used such strength on her, handling her gentler than this even when she asked for rough treatment. She’d have to ask for more the next time… she looked away from him embarrassed. The man was sick and delirious, for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t the most appropriate time to be horny.

“Tilt your head back,” she ordered and he followed immediately, exposing his neck to her. “Now open your mouth,” she said, bringing the little cup of the liquid to his lips. It went alright for the first second, but when it touched his tastebuds, he gagged and groaned.

“Uhh that was fucking disgusting!”

“That was just 10 ml. You need another 10 for the full dosage.”

“No, no, no. Please don’t do this,” he begged before sticking his tongue out as though casting out the organ for making him experience the medicine’s taste.

“Please, Javier… Just one more, okay?” She said, pouring him the other half of the dose. “Imagine you’re taking a tequila shot.”

“Then it should be on your bellybutton with salt on your tits and a lemon wedge between your lips.”

Horndog

“Suuure. You couldn’t tell it was evening and not morning just half an hour back but you think you can do a body shot, huh?”

“Absolutely can. You didn’t know me in college. Plus I’ll do anything to lick your tits,” he said, his eyes looking too adorable for the things he said. Shouldn’t he be too sick to be horny?

“Alright big guy, open up” she said, tipping his chin back and forcing the rest of his medicine down his throat. He groaned and whined once more and summoned a couple demons with the sounds he produced.

“Tequila?” He asked, pouting as he fixed his puppy dog eyes on her.

“Sure. Go sit on the bed and I’ll bring you the goods,” she said, helping him get off the couch.

“Perfect. You’re the best wife, you know that?”

“I’m your only wife. You don’t have much else to compare me to, do you?”

“Fine, I’ll get more wives. Test the hypo- hypo…tenuse?” He asked, squinting.

“Hypothesis.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said hypotenuse. That’s the longest side of a right angled triangle.”

“The fuck,” he said under his breath, allowing her to lead him to their bedroom. When she’d gotten him to lie down, he pulled her to himself and held her to his chest. She was yet to have dinner and there was a tv program she’d wanted to watch before bed. But with his arms around her and his lips mumbling in his sleep, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away.

It wasn’t often that she got to be wrapped up in his arms at this early hour. Why fight it when she could savor it.

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ultimate-chickennougat · 2 months

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| Your Salaryman Husband | (Vol 4)

Vol 1 Vol 2 Vol 3 (Not Required) Vol 5 Vol 6 Vol 7 Vol 8 Vol 9

Salaryman!Kento x Housewife!Reader

When you get sick...

Word Count: 1.1k CW: SFW, Domestic Fluff, fem!Reader, Y/n is sick, Nanami takes off his shirt (nondescriptive)

A/n: Maybe you should meet Gojo sometime soon... idk... thoughts.

You mostly stayed inside the confines of your home, so getting sick wasn’t a common occurrence.

Food was always prepared well, with vegetables washed and meat cooked properly. The house was regularly dusted and vacuumed, sheets and pillowcases thrown in the washing machine at least once per week.

Nanami’s routine had certain protections as well, sitting a comfortable distance away from clients and coworkers while at meetings, and being in a partitioned office space in a quiet corner of the building during the work day.

Despite these things, the sudden cold front seemed to disagree with your immune system, as you were now snuggled up in bed with a box of tissues.

“Kento, darling, I can sleep in the guest bedroom, it’s fine,” you argued through your sniffles and occasional cough. He walked over to the side of the bed and pushed a few more pillows under your head. “It’s fine, it would take too much work to move things. You’re tired, so go to sleep,” he muttered, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth at your willingness. “You know I’m perfectly alright with sleeping here with you, you know,” you lightly pushed him away as he sat on the bed. “You’ll get sick too, and you have work,” you grabbed another tissue.

“I could always take some time off, I have some sick days in my contract,” Nanami smiled, feeling your forehead. “I’m glad you can still take care of yourself, but I’m here too. Just rely on me a little, Y/n,” he stood up and left to grab you some water.

It was the evening after a long day at work, when Nanami found you in an unwell state. Dinner on the stove was half cooked, sitting there, as you had quit for his sake when the sneezing onset. His poor wife, already asleep and shivering on the couch by the time he got home.

Nanami picked you up, your arms wrapped lazily around his neck as he carried you to your shared room and laid you down. You woke up shortly after the covers were pulled over your body, head peaking out from the growing mass of blankets and pillows surrounding you. Two more were still awaiting their place behind your head.

Now he was in the kitchen, turning on the stove to medium high and clicking the start button on the timer, which was already set to the final 15 minutes it needed until done. You had already felt a bit off that morning, something that he kept in mind all day, especially as he rushed home. Hence, a simple chicken soup was on the menu.

He filled up a big glass with water, and took out two bowls from the cabinet, moving back to stir the soup that was bubbling.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the smell of soup that floated through the air. Dinner would be ready soon, so there was no point in going back to sleep, not that you weren’t close to dozing off already. Nanami came back clearing the nightstand of clutter and setting the box of tissues on the bed next to you. A chair was pulled up next to the nightstand, and two bowls were placed on it.

You sat up comfortably, still surrounded by cozy blankets as you met your husband’s gaze. “I hate to admit it, you seem so miserable, but you’re very cute when you’re sick,” he laughed as you blushed. “I am not, I’m quite disgusting actually, darling,” you pointed to the pile of used tissues sitting in the garbage can. “I don’t think it’s disgusting at all, my love,” He grabbed your hand softly, and guided it to your spoon.

“The soup is delicious, you’ll feel better if you eat,” he watched as you brought a spoonful to your mouth, a soft hum left your lips in agreement, it was quite good and easy to finish.

“Thank you, Kento,” you smiled, pulling the blankets off as you stood up to get ready for bed. “No you don’t,” he grabbed your waist and pulled you back onto the mound of pillows. “If you need something, I can get it for you,” you frowned, letting out a few coughs. “Besides I won’t be here tomorrow during work, so you should rest up while I am.” He stacked up your dishes and left, returning shortly.

“Which nightgown?” he asked, rifling through the dresses in your closet. “The pink short one,” you replied softly, voice slightly rough from your sore throat. He grabbed it and brought it over to you. “Do you need help changing?” He asked plainly, as you laughed. “I can do it myself, Mr. Nanami,” He sighed in defeat, unbuttoning his shirt to get ready himself.

“Well I don’t want you getting off this bed.” You shook your head in disagreement. “I still have to brush my teeth,” you whined, as he left you to finish getting ready in the bathroom, on your own, as he wiped down the nightstand with a wet cloth and changed.

You came back, dressed for bed with your hair tied up in hopes of keeping cool throughout the night. Tossing yourself onto the blankets, you crawled under the covers enjoying the comfortable mattress the two of you had bought together.

Nanami leaned down from beside the bed, his hand under your chin lifting your face, as he gently kissed your forehead. “I’m glad you don’t have a fever,” He murmured, lips still close to your skin. “I probably just have a cold, I guess,” you responded, snaking your hand down to grip his free one. “You should still stay away from me,” Nanami backed off from you, sitting down.

“I don’t mind getting sick, it causes no problems,” he offered with a smirk. “But if you do really care so much… I’ll offer a compromise,” a look of surprise overtook your face as you awaited his proposal. “At least I get to sit here until you fall asleep, hmm?” you nodded, still longing for his presence, even at a distance.

He kissed your cheek as you drifted to sleep, a smile still on your face and your breath slow and heavy as he could hear the congestion.

“Goodnight, my love,” he sat still, lounging back into the chair. Little did he know it would be two more hours of watching you before he himself fell asleep, still sitting in that chair by your side.

#nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #kento nanami #kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kento #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami #jjk x reader

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youkissedareaderinthedark · 5 months

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Under the Weather

Synopsis: You’re sick. George’s sick. Someone else is probably going to get sick. It’s an interesting last race in Abu Dhabi

young female driver reader x 2023 F1 grid

A/N: this fic is pretty vague so i’m not going to give the reader a team or teammate, we just know that she’s a driver on the grid because that’s all we really need to know

. so

. you think you caught it in vegas

. it was colder than you were used to

. you barely got any sleep

. and even though you’re around hundreds of people every race weekend, las vegas felt more packed than a normal race would be

. and you were seated next to george, who’s been feeling sick for a few days at that point, for nearly all pre-race activities

. it was probably all of these combined that gave you a sore throat, stuffy nose, pounding headache, and persistent cough

. you knew the second you woke up thursday morning

. “it’s going to be a shitty weekend”

. the grid, however, did not know until thursday afternoon

. you came into the press conference room, bundled up in a long sleeve and hoodie, nose red with a scratchy voice

. you sit beside an amused lewis, resisting all urges to lay your head against the back of the couch and drift off

. “you okay y/n?”

. the only response he gets is a groan and small shake of the head

. “i’ll get you some tea when we’re done here love, you’ll be okay”

. lewis, who was always your favorite but now has new reasons to be favored, lets you rest your head against his shoulder and close your eyes while you all wait for the conference to begin

. word spreads by the end of the media day, and suddenly you have new reactions from the grid

. daniel walks through the paddock with you, never afraid of a little cough

. “lewis tells me you’ve been on your death bed over here. anything I can do?”

. he insist on giving you a hug and the recipe for chicken soup that he learned from his mum and now swears by

. max, who is afraid of a little cough, is the one who makes sure you’re not being harassed when trying to sleep

" max? who’s under the blanket-”

. “shush. she’s trying to sleep”

. “but who’s-”

. “I said shush”

. lando, a man who’s all too familiar with being clumsy, probably saves you a million times from walking into doorways, a drowsiness affect from the fever you keep insisting you don’t have

. he’ll keep a constant eye on you and hand on your shoulder as a precaution

. “let’s not go over there, that’s a wall”

. “y/n!”

. “mhm?” you’d say, eyes half closed with tiredness

. “that’s a door love, jeez, we should put a bell on you”

. carlos and charles, drivers who’ve had loads of experience taking care of sick younger siblings, make a team effort of ensuring you’re doing your best to get better

. “did you drink the water bottle I gave you?”

. “no”

. “did you drink anything today?”

. “no”

. “oh mon dieu you’re going to kill yourself like this”

. “just try to eat this okay? i know you’re not hungry amiga, but we have a race tomorrow, you need to eat something”

. “i got you more medicine, this one says it should take care of the cough and sneeze so you won’t have to worry about it during the race”

. and then there’s george, your sick partner in crime

. you two make a habit of trapping yourselves in one of your driver’s room

. half to prevent the sickness from spreading further, half to just be left alone

. you guys complain a lot

. take turns choosing movies to watch to pass the time

. reminding the other to take medicine, even though there’s a good chance that person probably hasn’t taken any medicine either

. and passing a bag of cough drops between each other

. as a teammate and friend, lewis tries to talk you two out of racing

. but neither budge

. you get into your car, nose still red and voice still scratchy

. and power through the race, just as you’d been taught to do

. george gets a podium and you get a good points finish, the best results you could’ve asked for considering the conditions

. and stumble out of your car once more, looking for a tissue and that chicken soup recipe

. you get checked on by multiple drivers, though the only response you’re able to give is a nod and thumbs up

. lewis accompanies you on your flight back home, and tries to help as much as you let him

. he feels a bit victorious when you say you wished you’d listen to him and not raced

. but the feeling is instantly replaced with sympathy for his friend, so he just nods and tells you to get some more rest

. after making sure you’re safe at home and surrounded by family and friends that swear on their hearts to take care of you, lewis leaves with congratulations on your season finish and wishes to get better

. you’re fine within a few days, you name the cause of your sickness “end of season fatiague” and ensure the drivers you made a full recovery by wednesday night

. so yeah

. it’s not fun at all to drive while you’re sick

. but it’s a bit easier when you have your friends looking out for you

short little f1 grid sick fic. let’s hope I didn’t just manifest myself a cold

#reader insert #formula 1 #driver reader #f1 grid x reader #formula 1 driver imagines #platonic f1 grid #f1 2023 grid x y/n #f1 imagine #female driver reader #sicfic #sick reader #no graphic sick symptoms #just common cold type stuff #reader x f1 driver #f1 x you #female f1 driver

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atlasscrumpit · 10 months

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what about platonic yandere miguel using his connections in spider society to either a) always have someone keep an eye on his darling or b) set up a specific babysitting team for his darling. with the events in atsv i can also see him using every available spider to chase after his escaped darling like with miles

You sat on the window sill looking out onto the city while you thought.

You wanted nothing more than to run out into the city and feel freedom, but you knew someone was watching.

You weren't sure who or where but there was always someone watching.

You decided for now you just wanted to rest, take a nap and ignore the world and your situation for a while.

—

You woke up to the sound of the door opening, you groaned and stumbled out of your bedroom to see Miguel coming home.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He said as he smiled and came over to you to kiss your forehead.

“Why don’t you make us some dinner, hmm?” He said as you glared at him.

“Or you could starve if you’d like.” He said making you roll your eyes and walk away into the kitchen.

While you prepared dinner for the both of you, you came up with a plan in your mind.

Miguel never had anyone watching you when he was home, maybe if you could slip something into his dinner that knocked him out you would have enough time to escape.

You went into the bathroom and grabbed out your sleeping tablets that Miguel would give you if you wouldn’t go to sleep.

You snuck back to the kitchen and made two saucepans of soup, one with four sleeping pills crushed into it and one without.

Once you were done you plated them up and set the table and waited for Miguel to sit down.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said as he sat down and began to eat, you kept quiet and did the same.

The pills would take about an hour to fully kick in.

You had finished dinner and you washed up while Miguel was watching tv, once you were done you poked your head around to see him out cold on the couch.

You act quickly and ran to your room to get into better clothes and shoes to run in.

Once you were happy with what you were wearing you stole some cash from Miguel’s wallet and broke the locks on the door.

Soon you were running as fast as you could down the cold streets, you only had about an hour before the sleeping pills wore off.

Miguel was enhanced and his body would rid itself of any kind of drug.

You just needed to get as far away as you could and hide somewhere safe.

After running for a while you stopped and rested a bit, trying to catch your breath.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice shout as your eyes widened and your heart dropped.

You looked down the road to see Miguel with at least forty spider people behind him. He had woken up a lot faster than you thought and you knew you didn’t stand a chance against these enhanced individuals, but you weren’t going to give up that easy.

You quickly ran the opposite way and into an abandoned building site, at least there were better places to hide.

“You can’t escape me, Y/N!” Miguel screamed as you began to run up the stairs, you could hear the commotion behind you as you ran.

With all of the people the building began to collapse around you, you continued to run until you were on the roof. You backed up to the edge and you were surrounded, Miguel walked out from the middle and looked at you.

“That was very bold, drugging me.” He growled as you felt tears in your eyes.

“I hate you! I hate you so much! I want to go home!” You screamed as you began to sob.

“I am the only home you need!” He shouted making you flinch in fear.

You stared at him and quickly jumped backwards off the building. You knew you wouldn’t die, with all the spider people around it was impossible.

Some of them were about to rush to your rescue before Miguel stopped them.

“Let her fall.” He growled as you hit the ground with force.

You could feel your head had spilt open and your body broken in various places, you tried to breath but nothing happened. Maybe it was finally happening, maybe finally you could die and escape him.

You smiled softly as your eyes slowly closed.

—

You woke up with a gasp, feeling no pain in your body. You panted and looked to see you were in your bed.

“What happened… I died.” You whispered before your door opened and you saw Miguel. He was carrying a tray with breakfast on it.

“Morning, sweetheart. Everything okay?” He said as he placed the tray over your lap and ran his hand through your hair.

“I died… you were chasing me and I jumped off a building.” You whispered as he looked at you in concern and sat on the bed.

“Hey, it’s okay. Did you have a nightmare?” He asked resting his hand on your shoulder.

“It was real!” You shouted as he placed his hand on your cheek.

“Shh, it’s okay, love. Look, you’re completely fine, I think you had a bad dream, darling girl. It sounds pretty scary.” He said as you felt tears in your eyes.

Miguel leaned forward and kissed your cheek.

“Shh, it’s okay, babydoll. It’s not real, I’m right here, okay? I’d never let anything happen to you.” He said as you nodded a little.

“Y-You’re right, it must’ve just been a dream.”

#Miguel o'hara #Platonic #Miguel #Miguel o'hara x reader #Yandere #yandere miguel o'hara

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komitomi · 1 year

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Could I request Sae having bath sex with his s/o?

Man's just had a long day. Of course, his darling wife is worried and just wants to spoil him.

She cooks him a filling dinner and runs him a warm bath complete with bath bombs and flower petals.

But, just as they're relaxing. S/O feels Sae's hands grope her on all sides. Teasing and rubbing every part of her body until she feels tingly. All of a sudden, Sae pushes her against the tub (gently) and starts eating her out.

Oh, but he's not done. As she feels her legs quake, Sae inserts his cock into her pussy and starts moving at animalistic thrusts.

MHMMM YESSS <3 THIS IS SO GOOD ANON.

Itoshi sae x afab!f!reader

MDNI, NSFW CONTENT: p in v, bathtub sex, oral (f.receiving), sae pull out game strong, teasing, use of good girl (once), this is kind of short :( + not proofread, also my first time writing bathsex !

this also took WEEK to write, not cause it is long or anything but just cause I got so busy irl 😭, sorry for the wait anon! <3

WC: ??

You were in the kitchen preparing for dinner, cutting vegetables when you heard the front door open and close followed with a sound of baggage being dropped and a long sigh, it was sae, and from the sound of it, he seemed extremely tired.

He enters the living room and immediately crashes into the couch, groaning in pleasure when his back hits the soft cushioning as he dozes off, you were going to ask how his day was but you see his tired form and conclude that it was probably very rough.

Wasting no time, you immediately sped your pace and added the vegetables into the soup, while that was cooking, you chopped up some cucumbers into pieces and added seasoning, And set up the empty dishes on the table.

You added the cucumbers into the small bowl, you heard the ding of the rice cooker indicating that it was finished cooking, you took a frying pan and added oil and let it heat up before adding the meat to the pan, the sizzling noise was so satisfying.

Sae woke up from his light nap when the aroma of food filled his nose, he took a big whiff taking in the amazing smell, he made his way tiredly to the kitchen and saw you placing down the dishes, you looked up at him and smiled.

“I was going to wake you up just now.” you said and he returned you a small smile before he made his way to the table and looked at the dishes you made before he gave you a kiss on the cheek and sat down.

“Thank you for the food, love.” he says and signals you to sit and eat with him, which you follow.

You both have a very long conversation about how his day went, he told you he had a long day and it was exhausting and apologized for not greeting you when he came home, which he usually does, but you told him it was nothing to worry about, it was small moments like this which makes his heart fill with content, just eating a fulfilling meal with his wife and talking while doing so.

You cleaned up the table, picking the used dishes and placing them in the sink, sae was on his phone while you were preparing a bath, lighting up scented candles, adding a bathbomb into it before finishing it up with rose petals.

You called sae over and he put his phone down before he followed where your voice was coming from, he was slightly shocked at your act of kindness but you just gave him a smile.

“Wanna hop in with me?” you say with a smirk which makes him nod eagerly, you chuckle before saying “Well, let's wash up first then.”

You undo your clothes and he does the same, taking in the sight of your body, you unhook the detachable shower head before spraying water all over your body along with his, you decide to tease him by spraying it right into his face which he fights back by grabbing the shower head and turning it towards your face.

You gasp and he giggles slightly at your reaction, he loves doing fun childish stuff with you, just enjoying yourselves without a care of the world, being lost in the moment of your playfulness.

Finally, you were done washing up, sae hopped in the bathtub and settled down in a comfortable position, he throws his head back in pleasure as he relaxes in the water, it eased his muscle ache and was so therapeutic, you followed along him and settled in between his legs, you rested your back against his chest.

Both of you stayed like that for a while, relaxing and enjoying the moment until you felt sae's hands travel the outline of your waist before stopping at your breasts, you watched as he gave them a light squeeze making you gasp.

One of his hands trailed down while the other remained on your breast, rubbing and pinching your nipples, the other hand slowly made its way towards your thigh before settling on your inner thigh, he rubbed slow circles, teasing you as you watched his hand so close yet so far from your cunt.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as sae left a trail of kisses down your neck to your shoulder while his both hands toyed with your body parts, making you feel tingly and whiny.

His hand suddenly presses against your clit which makes you gasp as he rubs circles onto it, you're disappointed when he retreats his hand back but surprised when you feel yourself being pushed against the bathtub, with sae now in front of you.

You look up at him in anticipation, he kisses you on the mouth before leaving kisses down your neck and grinding himself against you, he pulls back and grips your thighs and lifts your hips up just enough for your pussy to be slightly out of water.

He leans back before wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep them apart and kisses your core which makes you tense, he gives your pussy one long lick making you gasp and throw your head back against the bathtub.

His tongue swirls against your clit, nipping on it time to time, your hands fly to grip his hair and grind yourself against him, he then inserts one of his fingers into your hole, “f-fuck! Sae!” you moan out.

“Hm? Do you not like this?” he asks teasingly as he continues to eat you out, while he pumps his finger in and out of you, “I- I like it- b-but fuck! 'ts too much!” you say between your moans as you feel your high approaching, you hear him chuckle against you as he curls his fingers inside your, hitting at gspot.

You arch your back as you feel the overwhelming rush of pleasure coarse through your body, coming undone on his fingers as he brings his face to lick you clean.

He pulls away and watches your chest heave up and down, your eyelids slightly open as you breathe heavily, trying to register your high, he let goes of your thigh and pushes your hips back in the water before lining his cock against your entrance.

He slowly slides it in, throwing his head back as he grips the top edges of the bathtub where your head was resting, with a low groan. You too mimic his movements. He doesn't give you time to adjust and moves at a rapid pace, you grip on his arms tightly and look up at him, he leans down you catch your lips in his as he continues his thrusts.

“o-oh God! You feel so fucking good.” he utters as he pulls away from your lips, “So good for me.. Taking in my cock like a good girl!” he praises you, making you blush, “Thanks for everything earlier babe.” he leans again to kiss you, appreciating you.

His rhythmic thrusts slowly become more sloppy and you know he's near his limit, so you help him by grinding against him which makes him let out a guttural moan.

You were also near your orgasm as you feel him hitting all the right spots making you whine against him which makes him even more feral than he already was, with a few more harsh thrusts against your cunt, you finally cum, alongside with him.

He quickly pulls out and pumps his cock with his hand to aid him through finish, his white cum spurts out into the water as few drops of it land on your waist.

The sight was immediately making him hard once again, but he knew more than to push his limits or yours.

He quickly repositions both of you guys into the original position with your back pressed against his chest and his face rests in your neck, staying in each other's embrace for a while.

#itoshi sae #itoshi sae smut #sae itoshi #sae itoshi smut #blue lock #blue lock x you #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock x reader smut #x reader #x reader smut #bllk smut #bllk #bllk sae

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thebearer · 10 months

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I can see Carmy loving when you cook for him, even if you’re not the greatest cook. You could make grilled cheese and tomato soup and he’d devour it

oh god non, i'm having big thoughts about this one.

it's close to mikey's death date, and carmy always gets a certain way. either he buries himself in work to the point he can barely breathe bc he doesn't want to think about it, or he just refuses to speak to anyone. just recluses himself to be in his own misery and depression.

this year was the latter.

carmy had called out of work- well, not called out. he just didn't show up, which was unusual. you'd texted richie that morning and he understood entirely. the bear was successful, he was making mikey's dream a reality, and still, it hit him hard this year. he stayed in bed, just rolled on the side to look out the window, watching the rain pour down over the city.

carmy wasn't great with words, truly. he struggled to tell you how he felt, find the right things to say, so he would always bring you food as an apology or a way to show you he loved you. you recognized the gesture as an act of love, one that was constant. making your favorite meals, cooking for you in a celebratory way, "i made that recipe you sent me", or when you were sick. it was his love language, what he loved to do and what he was certain in.

you, while you were far from skilled the way carmen was, wanted to show how much he meant to you back. you knew he wouldn't want to talk, he would talk to you if he wanted, but you didn't want him to feel so alone. so you made the one thing you knew to make- a grilled cheese and tomato soup.

it was juvenile, a little silly. you used the sour dough bread and the three layers of cheese- a far cry from the white and american you always made before carmy- and heated up a campbell's soup on the stove, adding your own spices to try and spruce it like carmy would. it wasn't great, you knew that, not close to what he could make, but you put it on a tray anyways, making your way to your shared bedroom.

"carmy," you called softly, peeking into the still dark room, illuminated only by the grey skies spilling in from the window.

he rolled over, dull, blue eyes meeting yours in a half lidded, sullen expression. your heart fell. "i, uh, i made you some lunch, baby." you hummed, moving closer, the spoon rattling against the bowl.

carmen sat up slowly, looking at the contents on the tray carefully. you rolled your lip under your teeth. "it's, uh, it's not like fancy or anything." you said quickly. "it's just... when i used to feel bad, i-i would always make this and, um, i just thought you might like it too. or-or it might help but-"

"-thank you." carmen's eyes shined, looking up at you sweetly. "this is... it looks great." he swallowed around the lump in his throat, thick with emotion.

you beamed, looking down at your feet. "thanks. it's nothing, really. i just thought you'd want something." you muttered, running a hand over his greasy curls. "i'll, uh, i'm gonna finish the laundry but i'll-"

"stay with me." carmen looked up at you, eyes rounding so sweetly how could you possibly say no? "please?"

so you did. sitting next to him in the bed, stealing nibbles of the grilled cheese, muttering sweetly next to him. was it the best? to you, no. it needed more flavor and was not even comparable to anything carmen made. but to him? it was perfect. the best meal on earth. he'd eat it every single fucking day if he could because it came from you.

#carmen berzatto #thebearer #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto fic #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader

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fan-fantasies · 9 months

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Calm Your Mind

A/N: I’ve been feeling pretty down about myself lately and this was completely self indulgent. Please read the warnings!

Pairing: Aemond x reader

Warnings: body insecurity, mentions of not eating to lose weight, self deprecating thoughts, one suggestive moment at the end, just overall sadness and fluff

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Solemn. That was the best word to describe how you looked sitting in the garden with the princess and her children.

You enjoyed Heleana’s company more than anything, but your mood as of late was deteriorating and was affecting all aspects of your life. Truth be told, you were envious- envious of her children and of her beauty. The babes were still young and she looked as slender as ever. Even though she was married, men still stared and envied her husband, even the guards watching over her.

Aemond was not one to sit in the gardens often, but he found himself there more and more since you came to be at his sister’s side. He had noticed the change in your demeanor, once happy and glowing to having such a sad look in your eyes that Aemond couldn’t help but hurt for you.

Your thoughts became too much so you excused yourself and hurried off so you could wallow in the privacy of your own room. Unbeknownst to you, privacy just wasn’t in the foreseeable future.

Before Aemond could talk himself out of it, he found himself following you. He was not the best at comforting people, but for you, he’d try.

“Lady, excuse my intrusion, but I thought I’d walk you to your destination,” he offered.

You always had a soft spot for him- the misunderstood prince. You saw firsthand how gentle he was with his sister and knew he had a kind heart beneath the icy exterior.

“I was just retiring to my chamber for the day, my Prince. I’d very much like your company on the walk there,” you said with a soft smile.

“Retiring before dinner? Are you ill?”

You knew he meant nothing by his questions, but what you heard was you never miss a meal so something must be wrong. Your arm covered your stomach almost subconsciously.

“Not ill, just feeling as though I could use some time to myself,” you said.

“I shall send a plate to your room then,” he told you.

“That’s quite unnecessary, my Prince, although much appreciated all the same.”

“Lady, you must eat,” he protested. You arrived at your chamber doors and sighed.

“I promise I will be quite alright missing one meal,” you snapped. He shrunk back at the remark and your heart dropped. “My apologies, I don’t know what’s come over me these days.”

“It’s fine-“

“No, it’s not. You are trying to be kind to me and I am being rude. So please, accept my apology, your grace.”

“I will accept, only if you agree to two things,” he said. You nodded, waiting for him to go on. “The first is that you call me Aemond. The second, allow me to join you for supper in your chamber. I promise I won’t bring a feast.”

“I suppose that would be acceptable,” you nodded. “Allow me some time to tidy my chambers.”

“As you wish, my lady. I shall return shortly,” he bowed slightly before hurrying off.

You rushed around your room trying to make it presentable. You were incredibly nervous to be sharing a meal with Aemond in private.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in your mirror and froze. Of course he’s dining with you in private; he’d never be seen publicly with you. Or at least that’s the cruelty your mind forced upon you.

Before you knew it, there was a knock upon your door. You opened it to see Aemond trying to balance a tray with two bowls and a canter of wine. In this other hand he held two glasses. You rushed him inside so he could set it down.

“Surely you could’ve had a servant carry that for you,” you chided.

“I’m more than capable of doings things for myself or for us,” he chuckled. You ignored the way your stomach did a flip at his words.

“This smells divine,” you commented.

“It is merely soup, but it is delicious and one my mother would often had made for me when I wasn’t feeling like myself.”

“I thank you for it, my pr- Aemond.”

“Please sit,” he motioned to the chair at your small table. He gave you a bowl and started to pour your wine which made you chuckle. “Are my pouring skills really that laughable?” He asked with a small smirk.

“It's just odd to be served by a Prince.”

“To you, I am just Aemond. There is no reason why I should not serve you, my lady,” he said quietly.

When he was finished, he sat across from you and the two of you ate in a comfortable silence. The comfort did not last for long, however, as he decided to strike up a conversation.

“I do not mean to pry, but I’ve noticed you seem a bit solemn lately. Are you not enjoying your time at the Keep?” He asked.

“I very much enjoy my time here with your family. It’s just…it’s nothing really. I don’t want to bother you with my silly thoughts.”

“I swear you are never a bother. If there is something I can do to help, I’d at least like to try.”

You hesitated for a moment before sighing.

“I’ve found myself envious of your sister, of her beautiful family,” you mumbled.

“You know she cares for you as if you were our blood,” he said.

“It’s not that, I know she cares for me and I, her. I am envious that she has a husband, despite who it is, and children. I just do not see that in my future,” you admitted. Aemond’s gaze softened.

“Lady, anyone would be lucky to be your husband. I am sure you have many suitors waiting for an opportunity.” You let out a dry laugh.

“Oh I promise you I do not. Heleana is married and she has more suitors than I. She is always asked to dance at the banquets and I am not. She is beautiful and I…am not.”

“I do not agree with that statement. I think you are both beautiful in your own ways,” he said.

“Well no one else seems to agree with your sentiment.” Aemond had a guilty look on his face but you were too busy staring at your dinner to notice.

“Is that why you didn’t want to eat supper?” He asked quietly. You gave him a small nod.

“Lady, please don’t ever think you have to starve yourself for the sake of any idiotic man who does not see your beauty.”

You refused to make eye contact with him until you reached across the table and took your hand in his.

“Promise me any time you begin to have doubts about yourself or your future, you will find me so I can disperse such delusions.”

“I promise,” you said bashfully.

The two of you finished your dinner, exchanging small pleasantries here and there. It was the best supper and company you had in a long while.

“I shall see you at Helaena’s name day celebrations in a few days time, yes?” He asked, cleaning up your dishes.

“Will I not see you tomorrow?” You asked, a flicker of disappointing in your eyes.

“I have some business to attend to in the North, but I shall return in time for the festivities.”

“Then I shall see you there,” you nodded.

He retired from your chambers and as he said, he was gone the next morning. While you were partially not looking forward to Helaena’s banquet, his promise to see you there was enough to give you some excitement for the event.

The days passed quickly with the preparations and keeping the Princess company. Any time an unhappy thought crossed your mind you just thought back to Aemond. No matter how much you wanted to keep your promise to him, at the time for the celebration got closer your thoughts became worse.

Helaena had a gown made for you as a thanks for your friendship, an unnecessary gesture but still appreciated. It was not something you would normally choose; pitch black with a single sapphire broach sitting centered on the neckline.

It was a bit too tight for your liking, but you wore it to make her happy.

The banquet went on like any other; Aegon was in his cups before it started and couldn’t care less at Helaena dancing with other men. You sat at the main table alone, as per usual. You were disappointed when Aemond was not there, but you knew he usually came late and left early.

You picked at the food in front of you, not having an appetite. You let your mind wander so much that you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching.

“Lady, would you do the me honor of dancing with me?” Aemond’s voice snapped you out of your trance.

“You want to dance?” Aemond never danced.

“With you, yes.” He held out his hand and you took it softly. He led you to the dance floor where all eyes were on you.

Aemond was a good dancer, of course. He was good at everything.

“Your dress is quite lovely,” he commented.

“Thank you, your sister had it made for me,” you smiled. You noticed now that you matched his all black attire and you knew he was fond of sapphires. Did Helaena know of the feelings you harbored for her brother?

“How was your journey?” You asked as he spun you amongst the crowd.

“Quite beneficial. Your family is from the North, are they not?”

“They are, my prince. It is kind of you to remember that.”

“I remember everything about you- your laugh, every fleck of color in your eyes, every gorgeous curve of your body. I listen intently whenever you grace us with your voice.”

You swore your heart stopped when you heard his words. You began to stumble over your own feet so you stopped dancing altogether.

“Aemond, what-“

“I have asked your father for your hand, my lady. He has agreed and now I ask with all my heart, will you do me the honor of taking me as your husband? Your beauty is beyond compare and your mind is just as lovely.”

Tears began to sting at your eyes, everyone slowly stopping to watch the scene before them.

“Surely you don’t mean it,” you whispered. “Aemond, you are a prince and I am…me.”

“Is that a no?” He asked, slightly disheartened.

“No! I mean, no it’s not no. I- if you truly mean it then yes. Nothing would make me happier than to marry you,” you said. A few people clapped and you could see Alicent and Helaena smiling from the corner of your eye.

Aemond pressed a kiss to your hand before pulling you back into his arms to dance. People began to go about their own business but you wouldn’t have noticed anyway; it felt like you and Aemond were the only people in the world.

“There may be one thing that would make me happier than marrying you-“ he said out of nowhere- “making a family with you might top that.”

“Do you truly mean it?”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I truly mean it, my love. And I hope for a quick betrothal; I am not sure how long I can keep my hands off of you. I think we may need to practice making that family,” he said, lowering his hand to the curve of your ass and giving it a quick squeeze.

“Aemond!” You gasped in shock. The prince gave you a dazzling smile, one you couldn’t help but return. “I think I shall like being your wife.”

“And the loveliest wife you will be.”

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uhdrienne · 3 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

01. cash (lack thereof)

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 feat: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼word count: ~1.9k

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The words in the letter surprise you. In some ways, it gives you mixed feelings.

Happy, of course, that you’d gotten the job, signed the contract and you could move on from the clinic you’d dedicated over six years to after getting your degree to a larger hospital. It meant a change of pace, change in the people around you, and a step upward in your career.

Sad, that you couldn’t start immediately.

The letter announced the start of your contract to be in three months. But you were already packed up from your previous clinic and ready to move out.

Sitting back on your couch, you scan the letter again. “Commencement of the job will be three months from the date on the letter. Please contact us in the case of any confusion.” You sigh and toss the letter aside, leaning your head back.

Three months. Three months to do anything you wanted. Go on a long-needed vacation, binge-watch all the seasons of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, buy a whole supermarket’s worth of ice cream.. the possibilities were endless.

As you were in your reverie of much-anticipated relaxation, your phone rings.

You pick up, and your uncle’s voice rings out in a cheerful baritone, loud and joyful.

“Y/N!”

“Hi, Uncle.”

“Oh, I haven’t heard from you in a while, dear. How’s everything?”

“Good,” you say, a little awkwardly. “I got a new job.”

“Goodness! How wonderful.” Your uncle seems positively delighted. You clear your throat, and ask quietly, “Why'd you call? Is everything okay?”

“Definitely! We were just calling to ask if you were going back to the countryside this year.” Your uncle says. You freeze slightly. “I know it’s hard with how busy you are. But it’s good to have a break before you continue running off everywhere, you know?”

“But you aren’t living in the countryside anymore, Uncle,” you remind him. “I don’t have anyone to visit.”

“I know,” your uncle says, sighing. “Part of me wishes we stayed, but… oh well. That’s life. You have to move on from something.”

You stay quiet.

“But enough about us! Maybe try to go back at least once.” Your uncle says again. “Eat well, have a good rest… some sea air would be great for you. Call me if you need anything.”

“I will, Uncle. You too. Send my love to Aunt.”

With a cheery farewell, the call ends. You take a deep breath and try to recall the last time you went home to the countryside for a short visit three years ago.

Your aunt’s fragrant chicken soup. Your uncle’s over-interest in your knowledge about a shoe brand he liked. Your cousin’s feeble attempts to get freebies from when you did a checkup on the child of the owner of a popular makeup brand. Laughter, togetherness, the feeling of finally having someone to come home to.

But there would be no internet, no socialising. No fine dining, no external staff for the cleaning and dirty work you didn’t like. No polished floors, air conditioning wherever you went.

It was a win-lose.

Yet the feeling of not going back irked you, an emotion you couldn't place.

Five minutes. Ten minutes as you considered your situation.

Three months to do whatever you liked.

After a power struggle with your mind, you sat up, inhaling deeply and then letting it go. A day trip. You could spare a day trip visiting your old home, before you came back to reality, where you should be, instead of reminiscing on memories long past.

You were going home, and Brooklyn Nine-Nine would have to wait.

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You hate it here.

Your heels dig into the rough gravel as you step out of your car. A bad choice to wear Louboutins, you surmise, as you reach into the backseat for your bag.

You had decided to go to the beach, before maybe grabbing a bite at a cafe, taking some pictures in a weak attempt to relive your childhood memories, before the one-hour-fifteen-minute drive home. It wasn't as if you were here to visit anyone, you reasoned to yourself as you picked your way through the old country road you remembered all too well -- there was absolutely no need to stay any longer than you had to.

Besides, after the abrupt death of your parents in a car accident midway through your diploma, you had sworn to leave the moment you could, the memories of two people who would never return sitting heavily on you.

And that was what you had done, a mere two months after receiving a full university scholarship. You had left and never looked back since.

Nostalgia rushes through you as you find a less sandy and hot spot and sit down, careful not to get any sand into your precious heels. The beach is mostly empty, save for a few people swimming, surfing, or having a family day out. Your gaze goes out to sea, hugging your legs to yourself.

You silently hype yourself up. No more sad memories. You didn't have time for that. You would take this chance to wallow for a bit, and then you would look forward. Better things were coming for you.

A full thirty minutes pass before you feel yourself about to combust. You get up, wincing at the roughness of the sand on your hands. As a kid, you loved the beach. But it was different now. You were a grown-up, and grown-ups don't soak in self-pity. Or sand.

You struggle back on to solid land, deciding to get a quick coffee at a small cafe before leaving. As you approach a store with the large sign reading 'Hwang's Coffee Corner', you reach for the aged, wooden door and pull it open.

The cafe smells not of coffee, but of a soft, vanilla-like aroma from a scented candle nearby. A middle-aged woman sitting at the counter humming to trot music looks up. Your instincts, long honed by long rides on lifts and shopping trips, force an up-down look at her as she stands to welcome you. Thick, curly, and unstyled hair held back with a purple headband, too-pink lipstick, an old blue dress, worn-out sandals.

You force yourself to ignore the judgmental comment at the tip of your tongue and grit out a barely-there hello. The woman smiles, big and unrestricted, introduces herself as Ms Hwang, the owner, and asks for your order.

"Just a latte, please."

"Got that!" Ms Hwang chirps, and you cringe at how loud her voice is, ringing in the silence of the cafe.

You fish in your bag for your wallet, deciding to just get a takeaway cup instead, and you pull out your credit card.

Ms Hwang shakes her head, "We only take cash."

Your face burns as you look back up at the woman. "Um..sorry. I don't have cash on me."

Her eyebrows shoot up. "What?"

"I only have credit cards."

"Oh. Well, it won't be of much use. The card machine hasn't been working for a while anyway, we only take cash." Ms Hwang's tone is slightly dismissive, as she taps away on the cashier screen.

Your face drops. What place doesn't take credit cards now?

Turns out the question was said out loud and not in your head. Ms Hwang looks up, eyes slightly wide at the intrusive question.

"What are you trying to say?" Her voice isn't that of the friendly lady-next-door anymore and has a sharpness to it. You sigh in mild irritation and reply. "Forget it. I'll try to get cash first."

"No, you won't! Explain what you meant. Are you trying to say this store is outdated?" The woman seems to be getting agitated, and you really don't want to have a conflict in the middle of this god-forsaken town right now.

"No, I-"

"Oh, Wonwoo!" The angry owner suddenly exclaims to someone who just entered the cafe, the bell above the door announcing their arrival. "Help me over here! This lady thinks the cafe is outdated just because she doesn't have cash and can't pay!"

You roll your eyes and turn around, ready to defend your case to the next person who is clearly going to take her side after her accusation.

Everything you were going to say flies right out of the window when you see him.

Clean-cut, damp, dark brown hair, strong and defined eyebrows that are currently raised at the unfolding situation, and deep-set eyes. Dressed in a simple flannel outerwear with a T-shirt and jeans, glasses perched on his sharp nose bridge, he looks every bit like a local heartthrob. You subconsciously recall your outfit.

But this heartthrob is currently striding in behind the counter, next to Ms Hwang, and raising his eyebrows at you in mild disapproval.

"You really shouldn't have said that." His voice is deep and rich. You snap yourself back to the present moment, and begin to protest hotly. "I said nothing of the sort! I only hold cards in my wallet, and she said that cards wouldn't work since the machine was broken. And that's strange, isn't it? Every place takes cards now-"

"Strange?" The man- Wonwoo, you remember, interrupts, head tilting in curiousity as he surveys you. "Strange how?"

You huff impatiently. Seriously, does no one here know the wonders of credit card transactions?

"Go to any shop in the city. I'll bet you anything they take cards-"

"This isn't the city, miss," he shrugs. "Most stores here usually take cash. And you should probably be carrying cash around with you anyway."

You sigh, massaging your temples. "Look, this is getting more complicated than it has to be, alright? I'll get some cash first, and-"

"How do I know you're not a swindler?" Ms Hwang cuts in, narrowing her eyebrows.

You sigh. She's not easy, that much you've figured out. You didn't even get the coffee, and she's already making a big fuss.

"I can leave my bag with you while I'm at it." You shrug the handbag off your shoulder, wincing internally when your beloved Marc Jacobs lands on the aged wooden counter. Ms Hwang immediately descends upon it, glaring at you.

"All this for a coffee?" Wonwoo asks, bemused, as he runs his hands through his hair.

"I'm proving that I'm not a con job, mister." You glare at him. "I don't even need the coffee, forget it!"

He shrugs, half-amused by your outburst. "Okay then, Miss Not-Con-Job. Hope you get the cash."

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The waves are large today, Wonwoo muses as he hoists his surfing board out to the water and mounts it, careful to tuck his glasses away. Before long, he's soaring and cruising, sea air hitting his face in a cooling spray.

Humming to himself, he gets to his feet easily on the board, and sways with the water's direction.

This is life, he sighs out in relief. As his gaze crosses the beach he loves so dearly, of the laughing children and fond parents, he catches sight of a woman. Sitting all alone, hugging her legs to herself as she gazes out at the very sea he's cruising through.

No one should look sad in a place as beautiful as this, he thinks. And while his view keeps on wandering across the villagers' familiar faces, across the infinite span of the sea, he finds that his eyes, too, keep going back to her.

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a/n: ookayy... i'm nervous 😭 it's my first written series sooo any feedback is welcomed!! thank you for reading 😙

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