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the winner takes it all

Art x Reader x Tashi

summary: winners deserve rewards, and Tashi is more than happy to spoil her star athlete with the help of her ever-dutiful husband.

word count: 2.7k

rating: mature/explicit/18+

warnings: porn no plot (deep breath) m/f/f dynamic, threesome, dom!Tashi, switch!Art, sub!Reader, p in v, creampie, overstim, hair pulling, titty play, use of toys, praise, teasing, spanking, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), oral (reader giving fem), face sitting

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Your match had taken place several hours ago. You’d been anxious the entire time, but ended up winning, much to you and your coach’s pleasure. The ride back to the hotel was torturous, as well as the following mandatory ice bath, sauna, shower, and footage review. It was the routine you’d followed ever since Tashi began coaching you.

She was nothing if not thorough.

After tying up several loose ends, including Tashi grilling you for every point you missed, every fault she could see when she paused the footage, you now found yourself in a more pleasurable position.

Art held your legs open as he continued his even thrusts, cock sliding against the walls of your pussy at a torturous pace. Tashi sat beside you, clad only in a silk robe and lace panties, brushing some hair from your face that was sticking to your forehead with perspiration.

You had the suite to yourself for the night. Tashi and Art’s little girl was safely tucked away with her grandmother in another elegant suite on the other side of the hotel. Another part of the routine.

“Tash….”

“You did well out there today,” she interrupts, reaching beside her to the end table drawer and pulling out her Hitachi wand. It buzzes to life as she turns it on and a strangled whine leaves your throat as she presses it to your clit, “See what happens when you put in the extra time? That backhand of yours is a lethal weapon now.”

“Fuck!” is the only response you’re able to give as Art moans at the vibrations as he continues to pound into you.

She likes you best like this, fucked dumb on Art’s cock, mindlessly agreeing to her plans for future matches, eyes rolling back in your head. Different moves she’ll have you practice. How hard she plans to work you on the court the following morning.

“Come on, come for me,” Tashi insists, hand trailing over your breasts, “What’s my girl need to come, hm? Need these pretty tits attended to?” She pinches your nipple for emphasis and your jaw slacks, a pleasurable current in your gut winding tighter and tighter with the continuous stimulation.

Art slings your left leg over his shoulder, pressing a tender kiss to your calf as he does so.

The new angle sends him deeper inside of you and you clench, mouth falling open with an uncontrollable moan.

“That’s it,” Tashi murmurs, eyes never leaving your face, “Feels so good doesn’t it? Art knows how to treat his girl, huh? Don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” he hissed between clenched teeth, beads of sweat forming on his brow, “Fucking perfect pussy, god—”

Tashi removes her hand from your breast, taking hold of your chin.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes water with pleasurable tears but you do as she asks, always keen to follow her instructions. The tennis court, the bedroom, it was all the same playing field in the end.

“Come on baby,” she murmurs, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips, “Come for me, you’ve been such a good girl, you deserve it.”

“Fuck!” Art courses as your pussy tightens around him, “Oh uhhh—”

“I’m cumming,” you helplessly whimper, the words nearly a sob, “Tashi…..fuck….Art fuck feels so—-“ your abdominal muscles tense as your reach your peak, white-hot ecstasy flooding your body as a shudder rolls through you.

Tashi smiles as you come, fingers dancing down your neck. Art fucks you through it, leaning forward to pound into you at a harder rhythm, chasing his imminent release. It’s only then Tashi glances at him, her smile dropping slightly.

“Don’t cum.”

Art’s hips stutter as your walls continue to flutter around his thick length, his jaw slacks, eyes watering as he looks at his wife.

“Tash—”

“I said no,” she insists, shutting off the vibrator and throwing it to the side. Leaning forward, she captures your lips in a kiss. She sits up, a smile on her face as she kisses Art as well. He whimpers against her lips, hard and pulsating inside you still. But Tashi never changes her mind.

“You want to come, you should try winning.”

“Tash please,” Art’s voice was strained, Adam’s apple bobbing, his expression pained, “please let me come.”

“Yeah?” She taunts moving up to kiss him. She brings her lips close to his, his eyes fluttering shut as she barely brushes the soft pout of her mouth against his. His lips part, head tilting to chase her.

You watch from below them, still trying to slow your breathing. You like watching them dance, this push and pull they have. It’s hypnotizing, the effect she has on him. On you. Tashi pushes his chest and his eyes flutter open.

“Sit.”

Tashi nods to the chair in the corner of the room. Art hesitates and she raises a brow when he doesn’t move quickly enough. Teeth clenched, Art unsheathes his aching cock from your warmth, hissing as he pulls completely out. Your breath hitches at the loss of him, and you gaze up at Tashi waiting for her next instruction.

Fully naked, Art walks to the chair, cock hard and swinging between his legs as though he’s nothing more than a scolded pup.

Tashi stands walking over to him, and Art tilts his chin to meet her eyes. Slowly, she lets the silk robe fall from her shoulders, and she takes her time removing it and placing it on his lap. You can see his erection through the soft purple fabric.

“Hold that for me, would you?” she asks, turning back to face you.

You can’t help it as your gaze falls to her breasts; supple and mouth-watering, dark nipples taunting you. The dip of flesh between her abdominal muscles, a spot you’ve run your tongue along countless times now. Tashi rejoins you on the bed, lying next to you, looping her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties.

“You want a taste, baby?” she asks, smiling slightly at you.

You nod eagerly as she beckons you with a tilt of her chin. Scrambling into a kneeling position you slot yourself between Tashi’s toned legs, replacing her fingers and gently pulling off her lace panties, tossing them to the side and revealing her glistening sex.

Two things turn Tashi on. Telling you and Art what to do, and tennis.

Tashi brings her hand down her front tracing down her toned stomach until she reaches the soft curls that frame her pussy. She takes two fingers and spreads herself before you.

“Come on, baby,” she murmurs, her voice low and seductive, “Eat up.”

She’s an enchantress, you swear, using some sort of siren song to pull you in. Even here between her legs, she’s in charge; it’s you who’s helpless. You lower your face toward her pussy, already drunk on the scent of her even before your tongue reaches her warm slit.

You couldn’t hold in your moan of pleasured relief even if you tried as your tongue dipped lower, parting her lips and dipping inside her right entrance. There’s something about her, how she feels, how she tastes. You’ll never get enough of it. You nuzzle closer to her, nose bumping against her clit and she rewards you with a breathy sigh.

“Art,” she calls as you eagerly continue lavishing her pussy with attention, “How’s the view?”

“Fucking breathtaking,” he answered, his voice strangled, “Tashi please….”

“She’s so good,” Tashi praises, nails taking against your scalp sending pleasurable tingles down your spine, “Put that pretty mouth of yours where it counts. Show me how badly you want it.”

Your tummy flutters with excitement and you suction your lips around Tashi’s clit, sucking the sensitive button as you hear Art stand up.

“Put that ass up,” Tashi instructs you, her voice airy, nearly breathless. You arch your back, leaning forward into her as Art’s hands cup the front of your thighs.

You wiggle as he kneels behind you, his breath on your pussy before his lips meet your pussy. You moan against Tashi’s cunt as Art trails his hands up your thighs, spreading your cheeks wider as he feasts on you, tongue dipping inside of you and then up to circle your clit.

“I’ll make you a deal baby,” Tashi purrs, back arching off the bed slightly as your tongue circles her pearl, “If you make her finish before I do, I’ll let you come.”

Art groans against you, finishing with a frustrated whine as Tashi chuckles. You glance up at her, drinking in the blissed-out expression on her face, that sly smirk that reaches her eyes.

“Deal?”

Art doesn’t hesitate, he simply redoubles his efforts, tongue entering you with desperate precision. Your lips falter, the pleasure messing with your coordination as Art ups the ante. You feel him pull away from you, and hear the wet pop of his fingers entering his mouth and leaving just as quickly. Then he’s breaching you, fingers slipping inside you with ease from the continued attention following your first orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as Art fingers you. He sets a rough pace, placing his opposite hand on your asscheek and squeezing the soft flesh.

The two fingers he has plunged inside you to the knuckle curl perfectly against your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot inside you every time he curls his fingers.

“Come on,” Art murmurs, slapping your ass, “I know you want to come again.”

“Yes she does,” Tashi agrees, unable to help herself.

“Greedy girl, never satisfied with just one, huh?” Art teases and Tashi chuckles at his efforts. Art never speaks to her like that, only you. Tashi prefers the more dominant role over both you and her husband.

Still eager to please her you sloppily continue eating her out, lost in the sensation of Art's fingers in your pussy, Tashi’s fingers in your hair—

“Come on baby,” Art encourages, though there’s a hint of desperation in his tone. He wants to come just as badly as you do.

“Such a messy girl,” Tashi coos, propping herself on her elbows, “Oh but so so good. I’m getting close…”

Art slaps your ass again, curling his fingers against your g-spot, and it’s no use. Your jaw slacks and your head lolls against the softness of Tashi’s inner thigh as your walls clench around Art’s fingers, your release barreling through you like a freight train. It knocks the air from your lungs, a desperate cry leaving you as Art makes a noise of triumph.

“So you are capable of winning,” Tashi snaps, a little too cold to be simply a bedroom taunt. Art stares at her, before she sits up, “I haven’t come yet.”

“Let me,” you murmur, looking up at her, still lying on her thigh. She smiles down at you, stroking your cheek.

“You’re a sweet girl,” she praises, “But Art won. I think he deserves to finish in that sweet little pussy of yours. Would you like that?”

“Tash…I can’t,” you whimper, still sensitive and tingly from your previous orgasms, “I can’t come again.”

Her smile fades back to that familiar smirk. She glances at Art, nodding at the bed. Cock still standing at attention Art joins you both, lying on his back. Tashi’s hand winds its way in your hair, tugging you not so gently from your resting place. You follow her lead like a puppet on a string.

“Don’t be ungrateful,” she accuses, pushing you towards Art’s lap, “This is a reward. You deserve this.”

Art’s cock pokes at the soft plush of your inner thighs as you straddle him. His hands move automatically towards your hips, rough thumbs brushing against you leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He looks at you with wide, watery eyes, blonde hair a tousled mess.

“One more?” he asks, and you know at that moment if you tapped out, he’d respect it. Art was never one to make you feel uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form.

He rubs your hips again, a soothing motion, and you lean into his touch. Something deep inside you tightens with want. You need him. You need her. You inhale a shaky breath and lift your hips, lining the swollen head of his cock with your entrance. Sinking onto him slowly like this is something else. The way he stretches your insides as you come to rest against him is a feeling you’ll never get used to.

“Good girl.”

Art’s head falls back against the pillows and then Tashi pulls them from underneath him. Her husband knows immediately what she’s after and tilts his head back as she climbs onto his face.

Tashi sits on her husband’s face as though it’s her throne. As though he was made for her and no one else.

She pulls you closer as you lazily begin to ride Art. Lips crashing against yours she kisses you passionately, rolling her hips at the pace you began. Soon you find your rhythm, moving in sync together as Art moans beneath you, happy to pleasure both his girls at once. Tashi’s hand finds your hair again and she tugs your head back, latching her lips against your neck.

She’s fond of leaving marks. Art is hers through their marriage, but she likes to remind you that you belong to her as well.

Art bucks his hips up into you, the head of his cock nudging perfectly against your sweet spot, just as his fingers had moments before. A whine leaves your lips and Tashi laughs against your neck.

“He’s good at that, yeah?” she murmurs, placing soft kisses up your neck and returning to your lips, “Good with his cock, good with his…his tongue.” Her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy as Art does something you can only imagine.

He moans again, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he decides the pace you’ve set simply isn’t enough. Art’s hands dip below the curve of your ass right where it meets your thighs, lifting you with ease up and down on his cock. He meets you halfway, thrusting up into you as he slams you up and down.

Your whines increase in volume, turning into elongated moans swallowed by Tashi’s kiss. You can feel her nipples pressing against your own and you reach out to caress them. Tashi gyrates her hips on Art’s face and his pace becomes more frantic as he plants both feet on the mattress fucking up into you harder, faster, deeper.

“I—”

Words are lost to you as your mind goes fuzzy; that familiar pressure in your gut builds, a wave of pleasure cresting deep within you. Tashi’s mouth captures yours once more as she snakes a hand down your front, nimble fingers circling your clit giving you just what you need to reach your end. Again.

With that the rubber band in your belly snaps and you come with a startled cry, pleasured tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as you clench around Art’s thick cock. His hips falter only for a moment as he chases his own release, and soon you feel his cock twitch within your warm walls, his spend blooming inside of you.

Tashi smiles proudly as you and Art ride out your highs, the pair of you moaning, limbs jerking from the exertion. Everything’s a game to her. And she always wins.

“Just like that,” she murmurs, hips still swirling around Art’s face, “Oh god I’m—”

You watch as her thighs tense, her head dips and her eyes squeeze shut as her orgasm crashes over her at last.

Carefully you ease Art’s softening cock from within you and lay between the both of them. Tashi on your left, Art on your right. You’re facing Tashi, watching as she comes down from her high, feeling Art’s chest press against your back.

It’s quiet for a moment, the soft sound of a kiss being pressed to your shoulder the only noise in the room. Art snakes a hand around your waist, fingers brushing the soft skin of your tummy. You giggle slightly at the ticklish sensation which causes him to bite down gently on your shoulder. Tashi simply watches, wetting her lips.

“On the courts at five tomorrow,” she says, before standing, “I’ll run us a bath.”

Art sighs and you can’t help but agree with his subtle frustration. Back to business.

“Whatever you say, coach.”

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fastandcarlos · 20 hours

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He Takes Your Baby To The Paddock » F1 Reaction

» Max Verstappen

He was determined to keep your child as far away from the hustle and bustle as possible when he took them to the paddock. Max used his broad shoulders to shield your child from the cheers and the flashes in order to protect him and make sure that they weren’t too overwhelmed by it all. Every few seconds, Max would glance behind him and make sure that you were still there too and also safe, but most importantly he wanted to make sure that your child was safe in his arms, being the perfect protective dad that he always was.

» Lando Norris

There was nothing that Lando wanted to do more than show off your child when he took them to the paddock, happy to introduce them to anyone who would listen. Although your baby was still quite young, that didn’t stop Lando from showing them around and making sure that they got a glimpse at everything that went on in the McLaren garage. Lando didn’t want to leave your child’s side for the day, wanting to make sure that they got to experience absolutely everything with him. He was obsessed with making as many memories in the paddock as he possibly could.

» Carlos Sainz

The two of them were like social butterflies around the paddock, everyone loved Carlos anyway, but Carlos walking around with your child seemed to draw even more people over to him. Everyone in the paddock couldn’t get enough of your child and Carlos was incredibly proud to gush to everyone about how lucky he was to have the two of you in his life. You had often told people how your child had inherited Carlos’ charm and now everyone else managed to see it for themselves too. There were endless jokes with the three of you as Carlos and your baby kept the crowds entertained.

» George Russell

There was a proud smile on George’s face for the entire day that you and your child decided to attend the race with him. George wasn’t flashy about the fact his little family were there to support him, but if anyone did ask him about the two of you then he would talk to them for hours about how amazing life was. It was something that he could definitely imagine himself getting used to in the future, seeing his child waving for him down the pit lane and being the first one to give him a hug when he climbed out of the car - hopefully one day as a race winner too.

» Charles LeClerc

It was like having a big kid in the paddock the day that Charles got to take your child to work with him. He was beyond excitable, his heart racing with happiness being able to marry his two favourite things, his family and work. Nothing seemed to dampen Charles’s spirit as a little hand clung onto him for dear life in amongst all the chaos calling out to ‘papa’ every so often just to make sure that he was definitely still there. As Charles saw the smiles on others’s faces whenever your child called him in response to how adorable they were, Charles knew he was a lucky guy indeed.

» Pierre Gasly

There was almost a slight concern amongst the team when you and your child appeared at the paddock, because no matter what they did, Pierre just couldn’t seem to stop himself from smiling. He was on cloud nine being able to show your child around, answering all of their questions and hoping to prove to him that it was worth it for daddy to be away for so many days of the year. Nothing else mattered other than being able to enjoy spending time with his family and make plenty of memories with your child as they cheered him on throughout the day.

» Lewis Hamilton

He was high alert throughout the entire day having your child at the paddock, any second his eyes weren’t on them he was panicking and wanting to make sure that they were safe. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cautious Lewis was, he was reluctant to even race out of fear of something happening to your child. With lots of reassurance, he eventually did, but you’d never seen him leave his car so quickly once the race was over. Everyone knew that he was pretty protective, but this knocked everyone’s socks off with how caring of a dad he was.

» Alex Albon

He seemed to look nowhere else throughout the day other than in your child’s direction. Alex loved to give your child all of his attention, it didn’t matter if he was in briefing, being interviewed, or supposed to be warming up, Alex would only be half listening to what was going on around him. Instead, he was obsessed with your child and didn’t want to miss a thing, especially as he got to watch his child enjoy one of his favourite places on earth, the paddock. Everything else was second best to Alex, despite the number of times people checked he was paying attention throughout the day.

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cloudwisp · 6 hours

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 · 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

contents: comfort. fluff. wriothesley cheering you up after a rough morning. 900 wc.

Sometimes you wonder if Wriothesley truly does see and hear all—much like his omniscient reputation that always seems to know what goes on in the Fortress of Meropide every minute of every day.

But he doesn’t need his stream of intel to know that something’s wrong when you enter his office to share a nice meal and freshly brewed cup of tea with him during lunchtime. From the slight slump in your posture and the soft, weary sigh you exhale just seconds before you offer him your sweet smile and plant a greeting kiss upon his lips, he easily figures that your morning didn’t go as smoothly as you hoped.

He observes you for a moment as you place the takeout on the table and situate yourself on his velvet couch and he gathers his scattered paperwork into a neat stack. He can tell that whatever happened before coming here is still weighing heavily on your mind, and he doesn’t like it when you force yourself to smile. “What’s got you down, sweetheart?”

You hadn’t realized you were lost in thought when you turned toward his direction, and much to your surprise, he’s bent at the knee to meet you at face level to give you his full and undivided attention. You muster another smile and shake your head. “Hm? It’s nothing.”

Try as you might to hide your feelings, Wriothesley doesn’t believe a word of it. Not for one second. His tone of voice softens as he gently finds your hand to hold and his thumb rubs small circles over your skin. “Come on, I know something’s wrong. Don’t shut me out.” His other hand reaches up to brush strands of hair away from your face and tenderly tuck them behind your ear.

There’s no secret you can keep from him—he notices every little detail when it comes to you. He loves you more than life itself and he cares an awful lot about you and believes that his duty as your boyfriend was to ensure your safety and happiness. And so he looks at you, waiting in silence until you’re ready to confide in him. Like he knew if he waited, the truth would eventually come out.

You feel a wave of comfort wash over you as you lean into the warmth of his touch when he cradles your cheek in his hand, and after a breath you decide to tell him about what transpired at your workplace in the morning. How your boss keeps assigning you small and tedious tasks when you already have a full plate and deadlines to meet yet he refuses to hear anything you have to say.

Wriothesley listens intently to your venting and he nods agreeably with you. “And you’ve already explained to him that what he’s demanding is a little extreme, right? You’ve been trying to tell him this, but it’s still not sinking in?” He takes your sigh in defeat and your head falling forward as your response. “That would make anyone upset, sweetheart.”

He knows that any mentions of him wanting to have a friendly chat with your supervisor is only going to further upset you, so he’ll keep that to himself and quietly take care of it in his own time because he doesn’t intend to dismiss it. He would hate to see you in a troubled situation like this in the foreseeable future, and if he’s able to pull some strings behind the scenes then he’ll do anything within his power to make your life a little bit easier.

You perk up when you feel him lay a kiss on the top of your head and he returns to his full height, making you crane your neck at him curiously when you make out his smirk in the dim lighting. He offers you his hand and nods behind him. “I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up.”

Your heart melts at his sweet gesture and you allow him to lead the way. With a few strides to his desk and quick work of his hands, a soft and romantic melody flows from the record player. A small laugh escapes you and he sees your real, genuine smile for the first time today. He chuckles when you begin to make sense of his plan to lighten the mood, and he reels you in by the waist and holds you close to him as you both start to slowly sway to the lovely tunes.

The ever-present smile on your face means that it’s working, your head gently rests against his broad chest and your sighs become one of contentment—all of your worries and frustrations fading away into nothingness. It’s just you and him, a feeling of safeness and belonging found in his embrace as his love wraps entirely around you.

“You know, I didn’t peg you for a dancer.” You tease, gazing back into those deep whirls of blue that hold all of his adoration and affection for you. If only you knew the depths of his feelings, perhaps he’ll save that conversation for another day.

A quiet and happy hum sounds from his throat and he presses himself closer to you, giving your hand a light squeeze. “What can I say? Love makes you do all sorts of things.”

#ᨳ ₊˚ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩.𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley fluff #wriothesley genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader

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neet-elite · 3 days

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↳ EVENT 18. Harvey (Yandere & Anal)

Pairing: Harvey / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 3,330 Warnings: yandere, dubcon, anal, medical malpractice, drug use, drug abuse, just the tip, creampie Prompt(s): 18 — yandere + 19 — anal Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: for a while, i wasn't sure what to write for this piece. but the idea i eventually settled on is nice, i think. i enjoyed writing it anyway :D harvey is a strange character for me to write because im basically guessing how this man is supposed to act on vibes alone, so i rlly hope i got him down this time!!

Rhythmic taps of his foot bouncing against the floorboards of your bedroom seem to boom in the quiet open space, chin in his hand in faux thought over how he should answer your question, what he should do with you moving forward. On one hand, he didn't get his medical licence for nothing, right? All those vows he took, sworn to do good on this Earth and to help those in need, promising his superiors to lead all into a brighter future with his helpful medicine.

Ah, when he thinks about it like that, there's really no issue at all, is there? Because on the other hand; God he loves you. Love you so much, perhaps a little too much if he's being honest with himself; in secret, never quite getting to grips with how to say those simple three words out loud and to your face. Shameful, isn't he? Pining in privacy over your whole existence, revering you as some sort of celebrity in his smaller world. He'd like to man up and simple tell you how he feels, but his knees almost certainly always buckle from under him at the mere thought of doing so. Perhaps the fact that he hasn't even taken you out on a single date yet is part of the reason why he's been yet unable to tell you the truth, because after all, he's nothing more than your mere valley doctor, right? Or, maybe it's because he thinks you should know how he feels by now, all of these extra home visits to your farm must count for something, right? And surely, deep down, he knows that you aren't happy to see him just because he's got some more euphoric medicine for you... It's because it's him, right? That smile that you greet him with as he enters your room again, you poor thing, you've been bed ridden for quite some time now haven't you? Without him, you'd be unable to do anything!

You'd be nothing.

And isn't that love at the end of the day? Some sickly version of it, full of back pats to help coughs out and body rubs to ease sore muscles. In sickness and in health, as they say.

He sighs, deep and prolonged. An almost yawn from how hard he has to think— there are so many responses one could have to your rather mundane question, and he struggles to settle on the most satisfying one.

"Are you sure I'm not getting better, Harv?"

He hums absently. The attached nickname feels more akin to a promise of further affection than a simple nickname, a perceived closeness shared only amongst lovers. His heart races in his chest, thumping loudly for you to listen to if only your face was pressed snug to his chest. Which he wants oh so badly, yknow? Wants to take care of you forever, to hold you in his arms, wrap you up nice and tight and to keep you there forever more. Is that so bad? Would you blame him if he were to tell you the God's honest truth that no, you're not getting better, and that it's because he's giving you improper medical advice?

Nothing too obstructive! No, he doesn't want to cause you any real harm, doesn't want to damage his goods in any way, shape, or form. But enough bad advice to keep you bed ridden for him, like a little trapped doll in his play house. Soft and pliable to his touch, seeking comfort in the form of his open palms, how they search and tend to your sore body with gentle touch, how they tug on his pants with rougher contact when he thinks you aren't looking. It's just that you're easier to manipulate when you're all doped up on drugs, right? You wouldn't fault him for making you all woozy on purpose, stretching his arms out and straightening his back with resolution, standing up from the bedside chair you'd asked him to collect one lazy afternoon mid check up with determination. You're in here often enough, might as well get comfortable, right?

And comfortable he is, bringing his suitcase along with him to your side, perched precariously on the edge of it so as to not disturb your aching body too much. See, isn't he so thoughtful? Isn't he so kind? Wouldn't he make such a good partner for you, considering he's spent the majority of his recent days simply tending to your every need? Proving his worth to you as a partner, cause if you really think about it, isn't he playing the husband role so well for you right now? He digs through his briefcase while indulging in his self serving thoughts, eager to distract you from the truth else he might have to force you to see how good he is for you. And he wouldn't want to do that, pained at the thought of having you endure any more hurt by his hands. Inside of his case, among various random objects, are a packet of pills. "Here," he hands you one, shivering into the meagre shared connection of your hand as it barely lifts to touch his. He's never felt so strongly about someone before, so this must be fate, right? He must be doing the right thing. "It'll ease the ache, promise." he encourages you, quickly grabbing your nearby glass of water to help aid your swallow. And he can't help but to stare as the water trickles down your throat, how he bares witness to the pill getting swallowed as if it were some kind of porno playing out right in front of him.

You don't need anyone but him, don't you know?

Getting hard by your side has become a somewhat regular occurrence for him. Annoying at first, but then soon turned greedy. He's always done his best to hide it out of fear of judgement, and there's plenty of excuses to use. I'll go get you some more water, excuse me for a moment for I need to use the restroom, I left something in the living room so I'll be right back— but for once, he stays. Selfish desire assisting his actions when he rests a hand on his growing bulge. That's all, he doesn't move it, just rests it there in the mean time.

At least until your pills start to take effect.

A dumb little thing like you should feel lucky to have someone as benevolent as him obsessing over you. Could you imagine if it were anyone more uncouth? Someone more barbaric? Unlike him, who simply keeps pleasant conversation with you as the light from your eyes dull ever so slightly. A pretty sight, one he wants to jerk off to so badly; but because he's such a gentleman, he refrains. For now.

"Have you—" you hiccup, and he thinks it's the cutest sound in the world. Must be part of the pills effect on you. "Have you figured out what's actually... Y'know, wrong with me yet?" You ask, and the slight slur in your speech only has his cock growing harder. Distracts him for your understandable question, causes him to lag behind a little in his response time. Because he's too busy thinking that tonight, he's determined to go one step further than usual. It's why he's brought extra strength pills for you to take. A soft smile tugging on his lips that could easily be passed off as a placation, but only he is privy to the understanding of its true meaning.

So fucking cute all drugged up, sweetheart... Can't wait to show you the fruits of my labour.

"I'm... I'm sorry, your condition is... Well, elusive, shall we say?"

Anything, saying fucking anything to get you to not question his tactics, or his ethics, letting his thumb rub nonchalantly up and down his throbbing cock when you struggle to keep your head upright before him. It's curious, he thinks, how fast the pills have worked. The thought that perhaps he's given you just a little too high a dosage crosses his mind, but he quickly forgets all about it when you offer him that sweet, dopey smile again. Heaven, he thinks. Like a siren song to his worries, you so easily reel him back in and out of his head.

That's why you belong to him, okay?

He takes it as a signal to continue, to take advantage of the situation while you're sat there vulnerable. Otherwise, why else would you be looking so happy right now? Can you feel the medication running through your system right now? How the edge of pain is immediately knocked off thanks to his gracious gift; it's about time you repaid your long overdue debt, don't you think? That's why you're giggling all sweetly at him when he takes to staring at you, his gaze travelling down your bedsheet covered frame but God it's enough to get him going— you're enough to get him rock hard in secrecy.

Especially when you become so easy to manhandle into position, like a cute little ragdoll for him. Or, more crassly, a pretty little fucktoy, right? It's what he's due, after all. Content not to take a single penny off of you for his hours of tireless work caring, tending, loving you; so long as you can pay with your body. And with the help of his medicine, you're able to do just that.

His voice comes out a little hoarse when he coos down at your babbles of nonsense, spurred on by his contradictory gentle touch helping you flip onto your tummy with such ease that his cock involuntarily twitches at your intoxicated display. It'll be easier if you can't see his face during his attack, that way you'll have no memory that it was him with his hands all over you right now. "Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm going to make you feel all better real soon, all right? Just— Just stay right there— here, let me help you move your head to the side so that you can still breathe, and—" He pauses for a few seconds, fully taking in the sight of you laying down so submissively for him, like you want him to exploit you right now. You follow your doctors orders so well, you just need a little help getting in the right headspace. And then, breathlessly, if only because all of his blood is concentrated at his cock and not his brain: "Perfect." The pretty picture of you face down on your sheets below is almost too much for him to handle, prompting him to paw at his bulge before moving on to the next step of his perverted plan.

Slowly, he helps you take off your pyjama bottoms. Cute as they are, and as well as you suit them, he can't rightly make you feel good if you keep them on, now can he? Tugging them down your legs, hissing at the sight of your ass bouncing before him as he goes to grab at it. Just a little, brushing it off as part of his attempt to help undress you, rather than the actual perversion present in his fingertips as he wants for nothing more than to explore every part of you. To touch, mark, and remember every inch of your skin first hand.

But there's time yet to do all of that, isn't there? With the plentiful prescription he's provided you kept in his back pocket, he can play with you for... God, a few months, maybe? And by then you should have already fallen in love with him too, and when you're really all better he can take you on a date, and— fuck, his fingers are hooking under your underwear already. Instinctively pinging the fabric back against you as a little experiment, cock throbbing for you when you let out short gasps in response. Whether you'd like to admit it or not, that pretty body of yours is trying to coax him in, isn't she? Just begging for his care and attention, prompting him to exhale harshly when he tugs your panties off in one fell swoop. Too eager to keep it in his pants any longer, wanting so badly to show you just how much he loves you as he unzips his pants to let his cock spring free. That's enough, there's no need for him to undress more. The thought of having your juices stain his fancy dress pants sticky has his head dizzy, chest tight with unspilled affections wanting— no, needing to be released, and soon if his hard cock is anything to go by. Leaking precum all over your thighs, dripping down to your bedsheets as a reminder of his love for you.

There's just, well... One little problem... Which is that he cannot get you pregnant right now, not without at least taking you on a date first! It's like, the minimal requirement needed before knocking you up, right? That, and he'd rather have you be as in love with him as he is with you before starting a family. Though the thought alone of impregnating you and having you endure carrying his child is an alluring one... Quick, think of a solution before you fucking— Ah. Anal. It's the only other option left, the most obvious one staring him right in his face. Nervously shaking hands coming out to pinch and prod at your ass cheeks, a shiver of pleasure rolling down his spine at your meek reactions. He has to. He's gotta have you no matter what, and the thought of taking you in such a debasing way only makes him harder; though he'd loath to admit it. His precious, pretty, girl; would you like him to fuck your little asshole? A thumb situated between your cheeks, he instinctively spreads you open and fuuuck, such a pretty little asshole you've got. All puckered up and winking at him, he takes that as a resounding yes to his unvoiced question.

He bends down to his briefcase once again to fish out some lube. Carried with him just in case, shivering into the cool liquid that drools over his red hot cock, and God he wants to help stretch you open a little first, fat fingers itching to be buried knuckle deep in your tight hole; but he can't wait. Not for a second longer, fucking his fist for only a couple of strokes to make sure that his whole length is coated in lube and he's already lining himself up to your hole, in a hurry in part because he's not sure how long these drugs will last, but also because he simply can't fucking stop to wait, loves you that much, he's unable to act proper when in your presence.

Eagerly, he pushes his tip inside. Where he thought he might face more resistance, he instead is engulfed by acceptance, an intoxicated reaction cause by the drugs he fed you earlier but fuck if he doesn't confuse it for your willingness to let him fuck your ass right now. Too lost in the feeling of how almost unbearably tight your hole is, squishy insides squirming around him so nicely that he loses his voice for a few seconds, returning it with a guttural moan when he struggles to push in more than just his tip— but that's more than enough for him. A greedy amount even, instantly taking to pulling his hips back only to push back in with more need, uncaring if more of his length enters or not; your pretty little asshole is sucking his tip off so well that he can barely fucking stand it. Seething from behind you, whining with you when you mumble back at him.

"S—Sorry, ah—" He rolls his eyes to the back of his head, sheer pleasure pooling at his core from the way your ass feels, wrapped around him so tightly that he feels as though he's suffocating. The gross nature of not only taking advantage of you right now, but fucking where the sun don't shine, exploring parts of you he hopes no one else has before; it all fills him with so much adoration. Pouring out of him with every needy gasp and wanting sigh, settling into a comfortable pace back and forth— it helps that his fucks help move your body too, the very minor feeling of your ass falling back down against his cock is similar enough to if you were willingly fucking him too. "I didn't mean to— I mean, God, you feel so good, y'know that?"

You can call him whatever you'd like. Gross, disgusting, dirty, obsessed, but he'd never lie to you. Dance around the truth, maybe, but he loves you too much to disrespect you like that, cutting off his lewd lie of I didn't mean to stick my tip into your perfect little asshole, promise! because it's not true. What is true is that you make him feel so good, clenching your puffy hole around him all pretty like that, leaking slick from your cunt like a plea for more. And he wants to give it to you so bad, for as long as possible.

But you were made for him. Close, already? Another confirmation of how you were meant to be with him, if nothing else more embarrassing. There's no other explanation rising in his fucked dumb mind as to why he's already feeling so close; the perversion from defiling your ass is only part of it. Balls heavy as they swing between his legs, still not able to fuck his full length into you just yet, a loud moan spilling from his bitten lips at the thought of taking his time to teach you how to take his whole cock later on. Wouldn't that be fun? Daily stretching sessions, oh fuck, he could coax you into playing with him like that with those pills couldn't he? Thoughts of spreading your legs wide under the guise of warming up your muscles to speed up the healing process, all while his cock is buried deep in your ass a little more each session.

"I can't stop, I'm sorry—" He all but sobs with you, your sounds of satisfaction tugging on his heart when he thinks that there's no way someone who doesn't want this would sound so happy. Your reactions are just so adorable to him, every wiggle and wail egging him on to continue ravaging your little hole in the name of love. The final nail in the coffin not being how tight your ass wraps around his intrusion, or from how the bed squeaks under his every weighty thrust, or even from the cute little moans you let out. But rather, because you seem so happy with him tainting your little asshole with his love, aren't you? Feels so good to have him explore your insides like this, grabbing a handful of your ass to pull it to the side in an effort to watch his seed spill into your hole.

But there's just so much of it, and he's barely bullied his way inside of you. The vast majority of it coming out to stain your cunt sticky white, and he doesn't have the mind to clean it up immediately. Too busy moaning your name over and over again, panting, chest positively heaving from above from the amount of effort it takes him to milk himself empty, overflowing with so much love for you it's a little absurd. A secret freak, a side of him that only you are privy to as he stains your insides with his seed. Don't you feel so lucky?

Barely done, still catching his breath, half smiling at how well you wear his load, he finds that he can't help but to look forward to tomorrows at home appointment even more.

He can only fall more in love with you from here.

#500 event!#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv harvey smut #stardew valley harvey smut

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themodernwitchsguide · 3 days

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tarot and their divinatory meanings (cups)

this post just includes the suit of cups, for the suit of pentacles click here, for the suit of wands click here, for the suit of swords click here, and for the major arcana click here

King of Cups

UPRIGHT: a person who can balance emotions and intellect, is diplomatic, fair, creative but still loves science, deep and in touch with self, kind, sensitive

REVERSED: a dishonest person, manipulative, violent. a significant loss, injustice, something out of your control

Queen of Cups

UPRIGHT: a person who is nurturing, wise, has strong intuition, serves others, loving, steadfast of heart, but can act irrationally sometimes

REVERSED: a restrictive, overbearing person--especially a parent--OR someone who is too imaginative, emotions are getting away from you

Knight of Cups

UPRIGHT: arrival--especially of a lover--new opportunities, a messenger, proposition, incitement

REVERSED: trickery, being too quick to judge/decide, competition (especially for love)

Page of Cups

UPRIGHT: studiousness, news, messenger, be open to new ideas, meditation, reflection, judiciousness

REVERSED: poor taste, deception, seduction, emotional immaturity/unavailability

Ten of Cups

UPRIGHT: contentment, love and friendship, fulfillment, home/city/neighborhood, peace, true self-satisfaction

REVERSED: loss of platonic/romantic/familial bonds, sadness, disappointment, distance

Nine of Cups

UPRIGHT: victory, success, satisfaction, pleasure, wishes coming true, putting the work in and coming out on top

REVERSED: arrogance, self-indulgence, deprivation, broken dreams

Eight of Cups

UPRIGHT: abandonment, moving away/letting go, a search for truth or a new path, disappointment in current situation

REVERSED: happiness, abandonment of responsibilities, feasting/plenty, new love, pleasure

Seven of Cups

UPRIGHT: illusion, imagination, wishful thinking, rose-colored glasses, indecision, nothing substantial can be accomplished like this

REVERSED: desire, strong will, a new project to dedicate yourself to, determination

Six of Cups

UPRIGHT: the past, memories, nostalgia, innocence, healing, happiness, home, pleasure, idealism

REVERSED: the future, renewal, independence, that which will come to pass soon (for good/bad)

Five of Cups

UPRIGHT: loss, disillusionment, grief, something ending, a period of discontent, three have been take but two are left--there is hope

REVERSED: renewal, new alliances, return, overcoming difficulties, having the ability to move on

Four of Cups

UPRIGHT: discontentment with the present, a time of introspection and self-awareness, a weariness that pushes you forward, feeling disconnected

REVERSED: new relationships, clarity, novelty, acceptance, forward and up

Three of Cups

UPRIGHT: gathering(s), fortune and abundance, friendship, community, healing, harmony, solace, merriment

REVERSED: excess, gluttony, delay, abundance turns to lack, isolation, end

Two of Cups

UPRIGHT: love (of all kinds), partnership, harmony, cooperation, respect, opposing forces joining

REVERSED: loss of balance, misunderstanding, separation, tension, withdrawing/isolating

Ace of Cups

UPRIGHT: joy, fertility, abundance, spirituality, nourishment, love, new feelings

REVERSED: false hope, feeling unloved, a false love/infidelity, change, emptiness, being left out in the cold

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anxiescape · 12 hours

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NEW CLOAK REBORN!!!!!

Oooh! A fun one! 🤭 Okay, so New Cloak Reborn is a one-shot spinoff of Stargaze. You know when Wukong really pissed off the Celestial Realm and they eventually sent down Erlang to capture him? Well, there’s this one thing that Erlang says in Stargaze that’s pretty darn creepy:

Erlang: I find your kind to be rather hideous… (eyes Liu’er in a creepy way.) But your pelt will make a fine cloak. (Liu’er feels a shudder of fear/disgust roll down his spine, but he isn’t even able to respond before Wukong lets out an ungodly bellow of rage and throws himself at Erlang. A few blows are exchanged before Wukong locks eyes with Liu’er.) “LIU’ER!!!” Wukong screamed. “GO!!!”

Anyway, the chapter ends with Wukong being captured, and then the gods come back a year later or so and burn the mountain. Liu’er survives and manages to scare them off. Well, in New Cloak Reborn, Liu’er doesn’t survive. He is overpowered by Erlang and his brothers, and well… when Wukong gets out of the furnace, and sees the glittery new fur pelt that Erlang is wearing…

Wukong screamed. He could do nothing to stop the terrible sound tearing its way out of his throat, and all other beings in the room were forgotten as Wukong lunged for Erlang. The god reached for his sword, but Wukong moved so fast that Erlang could barely wrap his fingers around the hilt before the monkey was on top of him. Wukong’s voice was inhuman—ungodly, deafening as he howled like an enraged banshee. He clawed at Erlang, his nails tearing both cloth and flesh. He moved to tear the pelt from Erlang’s shoulders—that bastard had no right to even look at it, let alone touch it—but the moment Wukong’s fingers touched the strands of black fur, he pulled away as if he’d been burned. The fur… was so cold. Lifeless. It felt wrong.

… yeah, he’s not having a great time. Wukong is inconsolable and enraged, and he ends up being slapped right under Five Phases Mountain without the fun pillars lesson from Buddha. And when Guanyin eventually comes along to invite him on the journey, she finds a horribly depressed monkey that wants nothing more than for his suffering to end. But… she has a deal, should he choose to accept it.

“I have spoken with the Diyu. Complete this journey—see that Tang Sanzang is safe throughout his travels—and when you have successfully completed this task, Liu’er Mihou will be returned to you.”

Obviously, Wukong accepts. Originally he just goes along to fulfill his part of the deal, but over time he grows to care for the other members of his little group. By the end, he is still quiet and solemn, and he is resigned to the prospect of a future without Liu’er (he never fully trusted Guanyin’s promise). He hopes that Liu’er would be proud of the changes he’s made in himself: he’s less foolish, thinks a little more before acting, etc. And when he finally comes back to Flower Fruit Mountain… Well, here’s a little more from one of the last chapters, since I do love my happy endings:

There was someone waiting for him on the other side. They were dressed in gleaming white robes, with the faintest of pale pink lotus flowers embroidered along the edges. And their fur… Wukong would recognize that glittering midnight pelt anywhere. He had seen it in his dreams, as well as his nightmares. But unlike the last time he had seen it, the fur was now attached to a living, breathing being. One that he had never thought he’d ever see again. “Welcome home, Shí Hóu,” Liu’er said softly.

Woohoo! A happy ever after, with lots of tears and hugs and long awaited cuddles. Both of these monkeys have a lot of nightmares ahead of them (Wukong’s are of seeing Liu’er’s pelt/dead body, while Liu’er’s are memories of being skinned alive… 😳), but now they have each other again and it’ll all be okay. Liu’er gets to meet the other pilgrims, and modern day Monkie Kid happens a little differently than in the show… but you’ll have to wait until I’m finished writing. 😜

#ask #writing wip #monkie kid fanfiction #six eared macaque #sun wukong #stargaze #stargaze au #shadowpeach #fanfic wip

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gingerjunhan · 3 days

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Also! Just saw your MTL post! So I was wondering, who is MTL to listen to a reader ramble about random crazy shit?

Like for example, if I rambled to them about Batman and the entire lore of every Batman rogue and bat family member since Im autistic(gen) and want to work for DC (you don’t gotta use this tho, just an example of what kind of rambling)

Thank you!! -🧈

☆彡 hi 🧈 anon! Thanks sm for the request! I’ve never written one of these before, and I had fun writing it! Short and sweet- so I hope you enjoy. Feel free to request more in the future!

word count: 429 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: not proofread

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Jungsu

Hyeongjun

Seungmin

Jiseok

Jooyeon

Gunil

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Okay, getting us started we have Jungsu. First things first, he’s an absolute sweetheart. He would always want to make sure you’re heard and appreciated, so he’s more than willing to let you ramble on about the things you enjoy. He would ask questions, put in a few words of his own if he felt like it- but for the most part, he would just gaze at you with a soft smile, fondly listening to you go on and on about your subject of choice. And he would remember it forever too. Expect gifts based on this fixation of yours. He’s probably taking mental notes as you talk and writing things down later.

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Next we have Hyeongjun and Seungmin. Both great listeners, but I feel like if they didn’t know much about the subject they wouldn’t know what to say? They would love to ask you questions and give you more to talk about, but they aren’t really sure where to start. Hyeongjun is a little higher than Seungmin in my eyes, simply because his quiet personality makes me believe he’s a great listener- but they could truly be tied for second here.

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Next is Jiseok and Jooyeon. Again, they could be flipped around, but hear me out for a second: Jiseok strikes me as the type to go all in on conversations about your passions. He would be great- asking questions, following along, and being willing to learn… but then one thing you said would remind him of something else, and the conversation would probably derail quickly. The same with Jooyeon, but especially if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. He’s still happy to listen- don’t get me wrong! But if it isn’t a mutual interest, I can see your passionate ramble being taken off course quickly.

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Which leads me to Gunil. I didn’t think he would be last, but here we are. One thing about Gunil… he’s a talker. Nothing against him at all! As someone who is also a yapper, I respect his grind. However, that also means I know how these conversations work all too well. These conversations can go one of two ways:

He pays great attention! Listening, learning, and nodding along. Maybe even asking a few questions.

He asks too many questions… which lead him to a story… and suddenly neither of you remember what you were talking about in the first place.

Love him to death, Gunil, but there is no way in hell that that conversation would last. Just… try again another time. You can get through to him eventually.

taglist: @mon2sunjinsuver , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , @weluvjeong , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #xdh scenarios #ot6 #xdinary heroes fanfic #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes fluff

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gazeofseer · 21 hours

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How to Connect with your future life ? ( Self, Spouse, Kids, & Tribe )

''The seed will sprout, the branch will expand its reach to new seasons of life, there will await a love full of fresh experiences where even pain comes like a lemonade syrup and happiness comes as a chilly wind' 💖✨

Channeled Intuitive Reading 🪞🔮

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'Yearning for those dreams that used to fill your heart once is how wrenching the period of waiting where you feel hopeless and tired'

Self : You have to cultivate an open mind, when I say this it does not mean you have to form a cult inside your brain or to cut off people, but the way that you don't block the energy flow from your future self 'You saw a dream of speed swap either with a pull or like pushed' this means that energy is trying to connect to you, But I see you scattered and lost for now....collect your mind and its focus without grip any channel it like a river paves towards its destiny and touch your heart and say 'I am listening..'

Spouse & Kids : I see your future self will connect you with your spouse and kids too, as it could be one of your dreams to have your own kind of family, you will have two kids one son and a girl, your spouse has a very flexible energy they are not typical or fixated they even keep saying 'You know it's different for me..' your kids love teasing you with him, he is quite busy with his current energy where he is not ready to connect but when he will do you instead leave a say to him once a day or in a week like an affirmation but pun intended.

Tribe : Your tribe is quite chirpy and hyperactive they literally might even laugh at you when you might stumble upon your feet like they are very random but they do care for you..'I see they would be probably a group of five to six and they could be colleagues from professional spectrum'

In case you feel to connect with them talk into your ideas there is a common factor that connects you to all in general is 'VOICING'

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'Hope is the key after all, it is impossible to find hope in everything that happens the reasons are not that important all that matters is the way it ft afterall'

Self : You are already quite in touch through your instincts where the elevated energy seems to guide you be it picking a dress for the day to making a call of no and yes in any given moment still there is a doubt that I am missing out on something? If I do then why? Is your question well here is why this channeled the energy has to say 'You are the gold of a person but don't let your value go in vain focus on the purpose' More the procrastination it is about something you are doubtful towards you are focused but unsure and this feeling of unsettledness comes from losing a state of hope, seeing a dark day, a isolation state seems scary for you but that is where you next step await you your future self awaits you.

Spouse : Your spouse and you are reflecting each other's energy hence why it rubs you off at times where you seem confused but to see through nothing is wrong actually but maybe you both are not looking for wrong but for the right thing, they try everyday to connect with you through dreams but I feel you quite have a sleeping issues where you sleep but your mind is murmuring constantly, listen to music before sleeping something romantic and feel the allure over your mind and body.

Kids : I don't see kids for now maybe you are putting it at last to give a thought after setting few things in between still if you feel like warm rub your stomach and pause after two three times note down the way you feel it would have message for you.

Tribe : I feel your family will be your tribe or spouse's family as you find core strength in integrity and love so you will have knitted personal space who chain well in the tribe, connect to them by talking to your family, go to events collectively, meet new people your family or friends introduce to you.

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'The world is not the place where I can be what my soul wants to be but what I want to be?'

Self : There is withdrawal, since your future self is awaiting for your next move, I feel everyone is even people from your past, take time to journal the key decisions you have made and join the way through it is how the you find a way without feeling anxious about finding a key sometimes it is not even a door, listen listen what stairs in when every other voice fades off.

Spouse & Kids : I see you will marry a little later and instead of kids you will have pets or maybe adopt grown upon teens I see a five year old boy and a dog in green, your spouse is quite business oriented which can make you feel a little distant even now you feel as if you have no such feeling of the one in your heart but because they are actually busy building upwards, connect to them through material pleasures whenever you consume something feel as if you are sharing the taste of experience with them, perfumes, accessories, feed dogs, visit NGOs they are quite near but too far by time.

Tribe : I don't see you forming a tribe instead you are quite friendly towards everyone but not friends with everyone, you will have good Neighbors though so often go to the community events in your neighborhood.

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I feel so relieved after the reading it is very rare for me to experience this 🧿🌸

I hope it resonates to your soul and guides you in the future unfolds 🩷

#future spouse reading #pac reading #wisdom #divination #pyschic reading #writing #feeling #divine guidance #intutive reading #gratitude #channeled message #tarot reading #pick a image #spiritual journey #pyschic #self healing #energy reading #divine feminine #mahakali

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justastrugglinghotchocolate · 1 month

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last thing before i disappear again for another month (lmao i joke now, but that final chapter begs to differ)

I appreciate and thank all you sweet people for engaging with me, you're all very kind.

#<3 #choco appreciates this part of the void.#hope you all have nothing but happiness in your futures :)

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roselise · 9 months

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What are your disabilities and surgeries for? Why couldn't you go swimming? I ask cuz I have my own similar issues and no one else I know has them.

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Hello, friend! ♡

I was a miracle baby! I was born premature with a heart defect c:

Then later I was diagnosed with lupus!

Lupus is a chronic autoimmune disease where your immune system attacks your body's own cells and organs.

(I suppose it’d feel like having the flu everyday to a normal person? Since I’m used to being weak & small I don’t notice myself)

Over time lupus has hurt my heart condition, cause it causes inflammation of your heart muscle / membrane.

So swimming when the sun is hot *sounds* fun . . but for me it can be dangerous :’)

Hot weather = your body has to work harder to keep its core temperature at normal levels, and this puts strain on your heart !

Since I have a heart condition I’m at risk for major cardiovascular events in high temps ;-;

I was okay though !! ♡ ♡

I wore a cute little floppy hat, stayed in the shade mostly, and kept hydrated c:

Sometimes I forget, and do dumb things like stay out in the sun too long or don’t rest /over exert myself, but I try not to cause fainting is *embarrassing*!

I do not know what your medical conditions are, but I hope you prioritize them! Please listen to your doctor, do not push yourself, and practice lots of self-care, dear anon ♡

Yet don’t let them stop you from living! Like I still dance, run, garden, and live my life as full as possible :D

Sending much love, support, and many kind thoughts to you! Take care, and have the brightest day today ~ ! XOXO

🤍 🧸 ✧ ゜⁺ 🌼 ⊹ ｡⁺ ♡

#<3 #ask #surgery isn’t until fall <3 #honestly though !#i am tiny and not very strong but i try not to let that hold me back !!#God willing there is nothing i can’t do & i am determined to enjoy the gift of life every day :D #i will pray for you friend c:#and hope that you too enjoy lots of fun days love joy & happiness in your future !#you should have that !#sending hugs & warm thoughts ! <3 #take care & all the best to you !! <3 #:D #xoxo ! <3 #🤍 ⊹ ｡⁺ ♡

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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#i was supposed to spend the last 2 days prepping and relaxing for the start of this big project tomorrow #but ive spent thr last 2 days frantically coding as fast as i could and focusing v hard to get a lot of bullshit done #and ive fixed things since yesterday. the changes i had to make were too too bad bc the thing that went wrong was so fucking weird #but it should be okay by tomorrow. knock on wood. but this does mean ive done fuck all to prep for tomorrow #so we r winging it bby. ugh. just gotta fucking pray that everything goes ok. pls let nothing b broken and let everything seal properly 🙏#i was also supposed to meet with my boss today. probably for her to make sure i dont fuck up this project but apparently their safety hood #was having an emergency... whatever that means. so im sure shes having a week as well. and im free to fuck everything up for everyone #ugh. im so. theres a certain point in burning out where youre not really in pain anymore. you dont really feel anything all your joy and #hope dissolves away and u just exist to be useful. and i feel like its easier to maintain that than trying to b happy #i do not advise that bc its a fucking miserable. wasteful way to live but i dont really have time to try for anything better #god. i really hope my measurements friday dont take a full 8hrs. i dont know if i can handle that. literally i would have stay intensely #focused with my brain being Interrupted every 5min so i can manually record data points. its gonna b agony #so that fun. but maybe it wont. maybe itll be great and fun and ill have a wonderful time. seems unlikely but ya never kno #lets not think abt the fact that having to rush all this is preventing me from being able to do all thr other bullshit i need to get done #to prepare for the future. future? what future? hard to imagine from the bottom of this pit im digging myself #sigh. in a few months i can leave this place and never come back. soon but not soon enough #lol i was literally crying listening to cold play earlier bc idk thats the type of music my parents would put on at parties in summertime #so it evokes a v specific mood. which is i guess me hiding away from ppl at parties haha #back when i didnt have to worry abt things so much and i could just listen to the frogs chirping and watch the fireflies #oh god. now my boss is asking if i reached out for help tomorrow. no. lady i would rather drink bleach than have to direct an undergrad #tomorrow. its 10pm im fucking tired. just let me be sad. did i reach our for help? no my brain is on fire #tomorrow is gonna b a long day ugh #unrelated

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whimsyprinx · 1 year

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#whimsy whispers #life is like tiring y’all #I was gonna originally post some stupid shit like ‘I use to live life purely out of spite I should do that again’#but tbh idk if I even have that in me anymore #I’ve tried to live out of spite and I tried finding something to live for but like neither of those work anymore idk if they ever worked #I have nothing to be hopeful for I don’t feel like there’s a future that makes everything worth it #it’s just a bit hard and a bit tiring #more than a bit #I feel so disposable because I am #people will just throw you aside so easily despite your best efforts #I don’t know if I’m not trying hard enough or if I’m trying too hard but I like can’t do it anymore but I have to because the universe won’t #let me die #I’m sorry I’m like depressed on main all the time I just have nothing to be happy for #sad bitch hours

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widevibratobitch · 3 months

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#look away everyone this is gonna be embarrassing #nothing new really same old shit that's been going on every day for almost 20 years with me but uhh #at this point i dont even wish i were fucking skinny (<-lying). id give anything to just go back to my lowest ed weight #which was by no means skinny. not even thin. but it was thinnER than now.#anyway. nothing makes you hate your own body quite like trying to buy clothes lol #being a huge hypocrite rn cause yes yes fuck fast fashion we know #but being able to go shopping for clothes with your friends to a mainstream brand shop and only feeling *a little* inferior in all aspects #but not ENTIRELY worthless as a woman and a human being in general. my god. it only happened once in my entire life #and i had so much fun that day. and i felt so good and happy and even a little attractive. we love internalised mysogyny <333 #but i miss experiencing the first stirrings of this stupid ass shy little hope that i could actually be considered hot and pretty #for the first time in my fucking life. like hot and pretty RIGHT NOW. not in some undefined future of ✨...if you lost some weight✨#idk it just feels like it was all for nothing. i ruined every part of my life i fucked up my teeth and my skin and my hair and my metabolism #and my relationship with food. forever lol and it was for nothing because at the end of the day im basically back to the weight i started w/#its a goddamn joke. like yeah maybe im not losing fistfuls of hair on a daily basis anymore but id honestly rather just go fully bald #if i was allowed to keep the weight off #god i only hope i die in a way that will completely obliterate my body. it is kind of a comfort #no matter what - at least ill always have the train tracks i used to play on as a kid <33 one of my most beloved places in the world fr

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buckyalpine · 5 months

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40's baby Bucky & baby Reader, Present Bucky x Reader, all the flufff, a lil angst but it just adds to the fluff, promise

Bucky sat under the tree with a very prominent pout on his chubby face, his arms crossed against his chest with his brows pulled together. He wasn't happy. Not one bit. Not after his favorite ball was kicked over a fence by the other neighborhood boys.

"Bucky, do you want to play with me?" You toddled over to your best friend hoping to lift his spirits after seeing him so grumpy only to be met with a huff.

"No! Go play with Stevie instead. Leave me alone!" He frowned, brushing you off and turning his back at you to sulk facing the tree instead.

"But-

"I don't want to play with you" Bucky grumbled. Your bottom lip wobbled, dropping your shoulders as you walked off and sat by yourself under some shade on your porch. You didn't have many friends being the youngest and only little girl on your street; Bucky and Steve being the only two who included you in their games.

"Bucky's mean" You picked up one of your dolls, setting her up beside you while you toyed with a wild flowers, doing your best to keep from sniffling after he shooed you away. You knew he was upset but you wanted to make him feel better!

Of course it didn't take long for Bucky to feel bad, peeking over to see your fallen face sitting all alone on the steps of your house, eyes wet with tears which you were desperately blinking back. He got a bad feeling in his little pudgy belly, knowing he wasn't very nice to you. He knew his ma wouldn't be very happy if she heard how he'd spoken to you, especially after you were just trying to brighten his mood. He got up from his place on the grass, nicking a few flowers from his garden before shuffling over to you only to be met with your now grumpy face, crossing your arms and turning away just like he did.

"I'm sorry y/n" Bucky came and plopped beside you, moving the doll away, while clutching onto a few pink tulips. You didn't respond, still mad at him for being mean to you when you'd done nothing wrong. "C'mon jellybean, pwease?"

His baby blues were shining bright as he gave you his best puppy eyes, hoping you'd forgive him. You felt a giddy at the name he called you, one he'd given you because he thought you were sweet like one. You turned to face him while he gave you a shy little smile, placing the flowers onto your lap.

"I brought you flowers" He stated proudly, happy at the giggle you let out, setting them aside before tugging at his hand to run off and play.

"Y'promise you'll come back?" your eyes were wet with tears again although you were now 20 years older and the chubby boy you grew up with had grown into a very handsome soldier. He stood before you in his clean and pressed uniform, his face shaven, hair neatly cropped.

"Of course doll" He whispered affectionately, letting his thumbs swipe across your cheeks, kissing away the tears that fell. "I'll always come back to you jellybean"

"You better" You sniffled, standing on your toes to chase more of his lips as he pressed them to yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, picking you up with ease.

"M'gonna come right back to you, safe n'sound" He held you for as long as he could, rocking you close to his chest while you fought back a sob, giving him a brave smile instead.

"I love you Jamie"

"I love you jellybean"

That was the last time you saw him.

"This is a bad idea"

"When have I ever had a bad idea" Tony scoffed, continuing to tinker with his quantum portal while Bruce looked over numbers.

"It's not stable enough Tony, if we send someone through this, they could get stuck in an alternate timeline or we could end up changing the future-

"Yea, yea, stop worrying, hand me that spanner"

Bruce sighed, handing over the tool while contemplating on the safest way to test the machine. It wasn't ready to handle anyone actually travelling through time but at the very least they could potentially open portals to the past.

"We gotta put in a location to see if this works-how about-" Tony contemplated on a location, his eyes growing wide with excitement when he spotted Steve's diary that he'd left behind in the lab, "Let's see if Captain has any interesting places from the 40's"

"Why wouldn't you just see if we could get to the compound garden" Bruce groaned while Tony flipped through the pages, typing in an address that had been scribbled in. It was from a list of places Steve wanted to visit again from when he was a child, the address of the person listed under friends. There was only one other person listed there other than Bucky.

"Alright, call the others, let's see if this baby works"

"You're going to get us all killed" Bruce shook his head while calling for everyone to come to the lab. By now everyone was used to Tony's antics; the only one who was genuinely giddy with excitement was surprisingly Bucky. One thing he'd always loved was science; even his stoic expression couldn't hide the twinkle in his eye every time he got to see another Stark experiment.

"Glad you all made it. Now, thanks to Cap, we're going to see if we can open a portal that travels back to the 1940's. I suggest you all stand back since I haven't actually tested this before"

"Why are you like this" Nat snorted while Tony waved her off, pushing a few more buttons before hitting start. Bucky watched from the safe sidelines of the lab as the machine began to vibrate, a low buzz growing louder until a portal roared to life that lead to the inside of someone's home. Bucky and Steve were both stunned from shock seeing a flash of a very familiar living room for no longer than a second before the whole thing closed with a bang and a large puff of smoke in its place.

"Well done Mr. Playboy billionaire dumbass" Sam wheezed while the team was left coughing, the room cloudy as the loud buzz began to dull. "What was the location you even put in-

Sam stopped talking midway when he heard another voice coughing followed by mumbling coming from the place where the portal closed. The smoke hadn't yet dissipated but the shadow of a person was slowly becoming visible. Everyone froze when they realized there was someone on the platform, wondering who could've been sucked through.

"Bruce, turn on the fan-" Bruce hit the lab fan which pulled helped with the smoke revealing a young woman in a flower printed dress. An apron was still tied around her waist, flour streaked across her cheeks, a rolling pin still in her hand. "What the-

"JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES"

Bucky thought he was going to collapse as soon as he saw who was on the platform, his heart fluttering madly in his chest. He couldn't control the blush that crept up on his cheeks, butterflies bursting in his tummy, just as they did all those years ago. The young woman stormed up to the soldier, face full of fury as her palm smacked his cheek (Not hard enough to actually hurt him of course).

"HOW DARE YOU"

Everyone else in the lab silently congregated to one side watching curiously though Steve was still utterly frozen seeing-

"Y-y/n? Doll?"

"Don't you doll me" you whacked his arm with your rolling pin, huffing when it clanged back after hitting metal. That didn't seem to faze you as you switched and hit the other arm instead, making Bucky yelp. "You lied!"

You dropped your makeshift weapon to the floor, moving your hands to your hips instead, looking up and down at the man you loved with your entire heart, the man who you mourned for years after you were told he was dead. He looked much different from when you'd last seen him, the most obvious difference being an entirely new arm. His cheeks were scruffy and it was clear some form of time travel had taken place but none of that mattered. None of that mattered when the love of your life was standing right there, alive and well.

"Oh baby, no-

"Absolutely not Barnes" you huffed at the pet name he gave you, crossing your arms over your chest and Bucky thought he'd melt into an absolute puddle at the sight. He was thrown back to when you were both no more than 4 years old, with a cute little frown on your face whenever you'd get upset. "You left! I thought you-I thought you died!"

The sound of your voice cracking broke Bucky's heart, his hands itching to wrap you up and pull you close to his chest the way you loved. He could see your eyes twinkle with tears threatening to spill out while you rapidly tried to blink them away. You chewed on your bottom lip to keep from wobbling and it only made Bucky yearn to hold you and never let go.

"Sweetheart please, I didn't mean to leave you doll, I promise" He stepped closer to you, hesitantly reaching out to take your hand in his, not feeling the slightest bit conscious about his metal arm. The coolness of his hand calmed your racing heart while you sniffled, still refusing to meet his eyes as you stared down at your feet instead.

The day you'd been told he'd never come back had been the worst day of your life. You wept for months on end, losing the man you were waiting to marry. The only person you'd been in love with since you were 4 years old.

Seeing you standing there before him stirred feelings in Bucky h never thought he'd feel again. Having a home. A beautiful wife. Little chubby babies. All with his dream girl he'd loved all his life. There wasn't a day that had gone by where he didn't think about her. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance again but here you were, dusted in flour like you always were whenever you were in the kitchen, in a pretty dress he loved so much, fighting your cries after desperately missing him. He softly cupped your cheeks, swiping away at your tears, his forehead coming down to softly rest against yours. He smiled through watery eyes at your stubborn nature, still keeping your arms crossed while his nose bumped with yours.

"Jellybean" Bucky whispered, your heart melting at the name, swallowing the lump in your throat, "Please? I-I'll- I'll bring you flowers" He said with a shaky voice, nearly toppling over when you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, squeezing you right back and lifting you off the floor to cradle you nice and tight before pulling back to smash his lips against yours. The collective sniffles and whistles from the team were drowned out by your soft giggles and warm lips.

"I missed you so much" you buried your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the one that comforted yo the most.

"You have no idea how much I missed you jellybean, never letting you go again"

"Terminator, you wanna introduce us?" Tony was the first to speak up, not so subtly wiping away at his eyes while Bucky continued to look at you with heard eyes, introducing you to everyone. You could only wrap your head around so much at a time but nothing truly mattered now that you were back with your soldier.

And of course your other best friend.

"Steve" You giggled as Steve lifted you up with ease into a tight hug, grinning at his two friends finally getting the life they deserved together.

Seriously imagine how sickeningly cute these two would be. Bucky is so excited to teach you all about the future. He gets to show you how to use all the new technology around the compound. He's so naughty about it too, teasingly telling you he'd be happy to help you in the shower if there's any questions you has about water temperature.

He doesn't waste any time with asking to marry you. Its everything you've ever dreamed of and more considering Tony took the bill and ran. Bucky can't put into words how happy he is finally getting the life he thought was ripped from his hands.

On your wedding night, Bucky spends hours loving on you like there's no tomorrow which is why a few months later, your belly is swollen with your first baby. Bucky is thankful for the future because as excited as he is to start a family, he's scared shitless something could happen to his jellybean.

"Bucky, I'm fine-

"Absolutely not, why are you up Jellybean, go sit down, I'll bring breakfast to you"

"I can still walk y'know-

"Nope. You stay right there, don't move mama, just rest"

When you do have to move around, he's there holding your baby bump, feeling giddy over becoming a dad. He can't wait to meet his little baby that he's made with his dream girl.

After his son is born, he waits for your body to heal but no ones surprised to see you with a new bump not too long after.

Two baby boys are no match for all the avengers but they all happily share their god father and god mother duties.

Your third is a little girl and she's going to be spoiled by everyone.

Somewhere along the way, you get a white fluffy cat.

Bucky's life has never been better.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 11 months

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Honey Girl.

Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine.

Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/

An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.

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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.

"Babe! Babe! Babe!"

"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"

You can guess. In fact, you already have.

Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.

You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.

You wish people would shut up about it.

The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.

You fall into the latter.

You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.

You're not sure you ever want it to happen.

The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.

Not everyone shares the same sentiment.

"Babe, you still there?"

Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"

You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.

"Sure. I'll see you in ten."

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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."

You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.

"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.

The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.

"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"

She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.

"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."

As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."

"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.

"Like fucking magic."

You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.

"Magic?" you prompt.

"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"

She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.

"So, what's his name? What's he like?"

"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"

"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.

"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."

You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.

"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"

"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."

You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.

"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"

"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."

Jackpot. She's read you like a book.

"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"

"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"

"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"

You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.

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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.

"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."

"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."

Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.

"Hi, Mama."

"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."

She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.

"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."

"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."

She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.

"You've poured four, Mama."

"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."

"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."

"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"

She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.

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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.

Your Dad's best friend.

They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.

He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.

Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.

She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.

It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.

A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.

Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.

Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.

Might as well make the most of the freedom.

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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.

"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.

"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.

"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.

"I brought your favourite, Lori."

"So did I," you echo, laughing.

"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"

"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."

"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.

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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.

The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.

"Lacie got Tethered."

"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.

"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.

"Tell me about it."

"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."

"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."

"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."

"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."

"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."

"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."

"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."

"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.

And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.

"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.

"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."

You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.

"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."

You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.

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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.

"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.

"You got big late night plans?" you tease.

"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."

Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"

"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."

"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.

You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.

"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.

"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"

They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.

"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.

"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.

"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.

"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.

"Maybe?" he smirks.

"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."

"Like hell you will," he grumbles.

You quirk a brow in confusion.

"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."

You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.

"Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" you ask tentatively.

"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"

You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

"I fucking love the beach."

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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.

The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.

The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.

A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.

"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."

He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."

Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.

"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."

"And what is this?"

"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."

You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.

"Me too," he whispers.

You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.

"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."

You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.

"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"

He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.

"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."

"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.

"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.

"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"

"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."

He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.

"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.

"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."

"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."

You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.

"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."

"You're the best, sugar."

You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"

The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?

"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."

"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.

Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.

"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"

You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.

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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."

He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.

"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.

"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.

Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.

"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."

You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.

"Woah, easy. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.

He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.

And then, it happens.

Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.

Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.

Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.

You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.

He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.

You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.

He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.

"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.

A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.

"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."

Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.

You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.

You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.

Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.

You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.

A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.

"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."

"My soulmate," you whisper.

The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.

Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.

"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.

He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.

"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."

"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.

"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."

You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.

You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.

"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.

"My honey girl."

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